I can not recommend this book highly enough for anyone interested in the border. After completing a degree in International Studies, Cantu chose to join the Border Patrol; his mother had worked for the National Park Service and instilled in him a rare belief in government service. Cantu’s book traces his career in ‘la migra,’ and out of it. He was constantly mindful of opportunities to maintain his humanity, for the sake of his own soul and for those he often caught and returned to Mexico. He never points fingers at those he worked with, but he does demonstrate the dehumanizing effects of being on the front line against the coyotes and the narcos. This book is so enlightening and it’s heartening that men like Cantu choose to work on the border, even for a little while. There *has* to be a better way.