I remember being on the road and ending up in El Paso Texas. I was hanging out with a bunch of homeless people, not far from the interstate, I think it was I10, but I am not positive could have been I20. We were where this obviously old giant building had beem knocked down and there was a giant mound of rubble, with large uneven blockes of broken building wall in a pile. I sat there for hours and shot the crap with a bunch of other people I did not know. Everyone on the road has a story. I however did not want to spend the night with these people and the the sun was on the down side, so I got to the interstate and caught a ride with two guys in a pick up truck, older model, They had a gun, I believe a rifle in the back window on a rack. I sat by the door the younger guy in the middle, and the older guy was driving. They took me west to a place that was real close to El Paso, but we were in New Mexico now. Anthony, New Mexico. These guys were real hillbilly sorts, and were carrying on. Well, we were on a hiway going west for that I am sure, and there was a break in the wire fence that lead straight out into desert. (Maybe if someone on this site lives near there, they can tell me where the hell I was). They were acting sexual in nature and asking questions about a girl like me and if I wanted some. This torment went on for only a few minutes, we were actually off road and it appearred to be in Sand Dunes of sorts. They were sure to let me know that the army uses this area to practice war games and that they would not be out there at this time of the year. They took their guy and loaded it and told me to get out in front of the vehicle and walk. Well, I knew I was dead, no doubt. They were going to shoot me. I looked at them still at the truck right side door and asked, "why". They were laughing and shouted at me now, very ugly toned and said, "I Said Walk". The younger of the two was out and standing now with gun in hand. So, I walked, straight forward ahead toward the dunes, no use in running, you cannot outrun a bullet. I was so tired of fighting this life anyway, so **** it. I kept my walk calm, did not scream, cry or even look back. I was going to die with my dignity and not feed their festivities. Then I hear them yell for me to turn around, well I was waiting for my head to explode and I turned around. They said, "Get back here". So I went back and they layed the gun on the dash and told me to get in. I sat in the middle this time, wondering what had just happened. They took me to the highway and let me go. They almost seemed pissed at me the whole ride. I think they wanted dramatics, a show per say. I think I may have saved my life that day. Don't know.