Thirty long years, drivin' and walkin' this line, seein' things no man wants to see, law man, protecting our borders, doin' what's right; that's me.

Bad people, sure, lots of 'em, but it don't hurt to treat a man with respect that don't have those kind of intentions, one just feedin' his family, tryin' to get them to a better place. Sure, I still gotta send them back, but not like these new hires who treat 'em like garbage.

You know, the world used to seem black and white, these days I been thinkin' too hard. Thinkin' about a man that don't act like these people are human, encouraging more hate.

Guess that's why, when I saw that last pair of bright black eyes, dirty little face, and desperate daddy, holdin' her tight, I turned and walked back to my truck, drove away. After all, it was my last shift.