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Borders of the Heart

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by Chris Fabry

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A Christy Award finalist from the best-selling author of War Room!
Desperate to escape haunting memories, J. D. Jessup travels from Nashville to Tucson and volunteers on an organic farm. The hardened landowner has one prevailing rule: If J. D. sees an “illegal,” call the border patrol. But when an early morning ride along the fence


A Christy Award finalist from the best-selling author of War Room!
Desperate to escape haunting memories, J. D. Jessup travels from Nashville to Tucson and volunteers on an organic farm. The hardened landowner has one prevailing rule: If J. D. sees an “illegal,” call the border patrol. But when an early morning ride along the fence line leads him to a beautiful young woman named Maria, near death in the desert, his heart pulls him in another direction. Longing to atone for the choices that drove him to Tucson, J. D. hides her and unleashes a chain of deadly events he could never have imagined. Soon they are running from a killer and fighting for their lives. As secrets of their pasts emerge, J. D. realizes that saving Maria may be the only way to save himself.

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EVERY LIFE has a turning point, where one choice changes everything. Once that line is crossed, there’s no going back.
J. D. JESSUP finds his line in the desert near Tucson, as far from his home as the moon. He’s traded his guitar and the songs in his head for the daily grind of an organic farm—a mind-numbing existence that dulls the pain of his memories.

His boss has one rule: if J. D. sees an illegal, call Border Patrol.

But when an early morning ride along the fence line leads him to Maria, a beautiful young woman near death, J. D.’s heart pushes him toward another choice. Longing to atone for the mistakes that drove him to the desert, J. D. hides her and unleashes a chain of deadly events he could never have imagined. Soon the two are running from a killer and struggling to stay alive. As the secrets that haunt him collide with Maria’s past, J. D. realizes that saving her may be the only way to save himself.

Part thrill ride, part love story, Borders of the Heart is a tender yet gripping odyssey of hope.

What do you do when the laws of man are in direct conflict with the laws of God? That’s the dilemma former musician J. D. Jessup faces when he finds a half-dead woman just this side of the Arizona-Mexico border. His boss has decreed that all “illegals” are to be handed over to the Border Patrol. J. D. sees something in “Maria” he can’t explain and hides her instead. Soon it becomes apparent that she’s being hunted by the sadistic Muerte, head of a powerful, ruthless Mexican cartel. As Maria and J. D. go on the run, they discover they each have dark, hidden secrets they’re reluctant to share. In this edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense, all of the characters ring true, from the inner-city minister to the beleaguered ranchers. Fabry has nailed the attitudes of those in Arizona who deal with undocumented people in both humane and inhumane ways.
Booklist Tyndale House Publishers
What do you do when the laws of man are in direct conflict with the laws of God? That’s the dilemma former musician J. D. Jessup faces when he finds a half-dead woman just this side of the Arizona-Mexico border. His boss has decreed that all “illegals” are to be handed over to the Border Patrol. J. D. sees something in “Maria” he can’t explain and hides her instead. Soon it becomes apparent that she’s being hunted by the sadistic Muerte, head of a powerful, ruthless Mexican cartel. As Maria and J. D. go on the run, they discover they each have dark, hidden secrets they’re reluctant to share. In this edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense, all of the characters ring true, from the inner-city minister to the beleaguered ranchers. Fabry has nailed the attitudes of those in Arizona who deal with undocumented people in both humane and inhumane ways.
Library Journal
Leaving his music, Nashville, and his painful memories behind him, J.D. Jessup accepts work on an organic farm near Tucson. The owner is a hardened man who has one rule; if J.D. ever sees an illegal on the property, he is to call the Border Patrol at once. Riding along the property's fence line one morning, he finds a woman near death. Her name is Maria, and she is an illegal immigrant. Instead of turning her in, J.D. hides her. Soon, the two are running from a killer. Can J.D. save the woman he is coming to love? Can their love help him move on from his past? VERDICT Fabry's popular and acclaimed novels (Dogwood; Almost Heaven) have won him two Christy Awards and an ECPA Fiction Book of the Year Award. His new book is typical Fabry; character driven with strong characters facing moral dilemmas. Sure to appeal to Jerry B. Jenkins readers.

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Copyright © 2012 Chris Fabry
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-4862-9

Chapter One

JOHN DAVID JESSUP rode out in the morning half-light, when the sun was just a salmon-colored promise on the horizon. It had been eighty-four days since the last rain, and each hoof-fall of the horse kicked up the dust of a thousand summers. He had no designs on the day or his life.

The local weather reports confirmed the constant negative drumbeat of the farm's owner, Larry Slocum. The man could find something wrong even with a June rain.

"It's just going to run off," he would say to the underside of any dark cloud.

The heat of the morning had awakened J. D. as it always did. Sweating in the stillness, lying on top of the old quilt given to him by Slocum's wife, and straining to feel any air movement from the clacking metal fan he had found in the barn, he felt beads of perspiration run past his mouth and onto the dusty pillow. He had tried sleeping with the door open, but night critters tended to take that as an invitation.

His room was an old schoolhouse Slocum said had been built before statehood, and J. D. believed it. Cattle feed covered half the room. The other half had his bed and a nightstand and a basin he tried to keep full of water. There was no bathroom—that was a Porta-John behind the building, facing the mountains in the distance. His only roommates were the extended family of mice that skittered through the room while he tried to sleep.

There was nothing different about that morning. Nothing out of the ordinary. The springs on the bunk had creaked as he rose and pulled on jeans so stiff he could now lean them against the wall. He'd shaken out his boots, making sure nothing had crawled inside, and staggered into a world he had not known until April, two months before, give or take.

The farm sat at the edge of La Pena, a town south of Tucson and bordering the Coronado National Forest. The Slocum ranch comprised five hundred acres of the best desert money could buy. It had been in the Slocum family for generations before it passed to Larry and his wife, Nora. There was a crude history written up in a weather-worn paperback under the coffee table in the Slocum living room. Stories of ancestors who had emigrated from the old country to the East Coast, then traveled west to fight off the natives and wild animals and stake a claim. Misspelled words and run-on sentences and commas where they shouldn't be.

The story of the farm would probably make a good song if J. D. could ever write again, but he'd traded that creative work for the day-to-day plodding farming gave. A one-foot-in-front-of-the-other existence that beat the hurt down to a numbness in his soul.

Before mounting, he'd taken a sip of water from the canteen hooked to the back of his saddle. It tasted old and hot, and he spit it at a wood rat darting past the barn. Quail were out with their young, clucking and traveling single file in the muted light, like a well-oiled military expedition. Mother led the tiny babies while Father brought up the rear, and J. D. had to look away.

The family dog, Red, climbed out from under the porch of the farmhouse and ambled to a plastic water dish upside down in the dirt. J. D. emptied his canteen into the bowl and the dog lapped. He ran his hand along Red's back before filling the canteen from the spigot by the barn.

He was surprised cattle could survive in such a hostile place, though there was good grazing higher, on the back side of the farm. That a garden would grow seemed impossible, but the ground was like children, forgiving once it found water.

His aversion to the land wasn't just the heat and scorpions but the very lay of it. Born among rolling green hills that exploded with color and then balanced themselves white each year, he felt foreign in the faded brown and gray of Arizona. Instead of preparing to blossom, everything seemed prepared to die, blowing from one flat place to another, shifting in the wind where God wanted—if God even cared about this desert.

The cactus and catclaw and cholla were strange to him. As were the Gila monsters and rattlers. But what he missed most were real trees and streams that bubbled up on their own. The mountains here, all around him, made the land feel like the bottom of some dry bowl. The saguaros seemed to gesture obscenely at him as he rode past each day, a cactus flip-off.

He was a stranger here, and the thought comforted him.

Every other day he rode the fence perimeter, checking for problems and making sure the water line hadn't been punctured by illegals. It was a popular route for both those in the drug trade and those looking for work and a better life. He'd heard stories from Slocum and his wife, the same ones again and again, just like their stories of WWOOFers like himself—a damaged lot who weren't to be trusted.

Red joined him at the first knoll and trotted before the horse as if he were leading them to cross the Jordan. He was a mongrel, long-snouted and curly-tailed, and reminded J. D. of a dog he had loved as a boy. Each sight brought another stab of memory—one of a hundred reminders of the past in this barren land.

The blue sky was cloudless and empty of everything but the contrails of passing jets. He loosened the reins and let the horse go at its own pace through the prickly pear and beavertail and ocotillo and higher to the johnsongrass. Every morning he fought exhaustion. Every night he fought sleep.

If not for the coyote, he probably would have missed her. He just as easily could have glanced away at the moment when fate or providence looked upon a man and winked.

The coyote loped across the trail, unconcerned by the yapping dog, looking back like Red was simply another meal on four legs. Confident, arrogant, the coyote sniffed the wind, then trained its eyes on the horse and rider. The animal finally acquiesced and continued to a rock outcropping, then effortlessly glided across the desert floor, seemingly borne by instinct and an unseen trail.

Just on the edge of J. D.'s vision, when the coyote was a blurry dot among the waves of heat, it stopped, then stepped backward, turning and testing the wind. It was then that J. D. noticed the lone buzzard circling, drifting on an unsteady current.

He pulled the reins, and the horse gave him a side glance before obeying and moving down the slope into the craterous terrain. The sun peeked over the Rincons behind him. The heat made him shiver, and he tugged the brim of his hat lower as if that could cool him. He had turned three shades of red on every exposed part of his skin. That was why he wore long-sleeved shirts and stiff-legged jeans.

The coyote sauntered beside a lump on the ground. Perhaps it was a cow. A patch of cactus blocked J. D.'s view from this angle, but as he rose above the wash and drew closer, he saw that the dot appeared black and too small for cattle. Perhaps a dead coyote blackened by the sun. Or a chupacabra. He had heard that discussed at the farmers' market.

And then he heard Slocum's voice, stories told of an evening by the fire pit. "It's just another dead Mexican."

Slocum had discovered a body the previous winter. As he described it, his wife had gone into the house to wash dishes.

"I found one last December, just before Christmas. Sitting propped up against a tree, head down between its knees like it was sleeping. Frozen like a Popsicle."

Not a he or a she—an it. Less than a dead cow or dog. This seemed the prevailing attitude in La Pena. In some ways J. D. could understand how it was easier making them less than human. It kept a distance they felt comfortable with when a family staggered through looking for water. J. D. hadn't given it much thought until now. There were too many other things on his mind.

Slocum had called Border Patrol to retrieve the body and told J. D. to do the same if he came across a Mexican.

Instead of tearing into whatever flesh was before it, the coyote eyed J. D. as he moved closer. But when Red rushed the animal, it snarled and reluctantly trotted away.

J. D. rode around the cactus patch for a better look. What he saw clenched his stomach. Long, flowing black hair spread out from a woman facedown in the dirt. Black clothing. A skirt. Scratched legs and feet caked with blood. An open-toed sandal on one foot, the other bare. Stickers deep in her calves. Who in her right mind would wear sandals and a dress in a desert crossing? Through the hair stretched an arm with a handcuff around the right wrist. No sign of the other cuff.

Who were you? J. D. thought. And how did you end up here?

The dog sniffed at the unmoving body and licked the hand. At least the animals hadn't gotten to her. J. D. detected no odor of death. Not yet, anyway. The horse shifted, rearing its head and moving back a step. And then J. D. saw movement. From the dead woman's midsection. Something brown and gray gliding along the torso.

Red barked and J. D. yelled at him to get away, his heart rate climbing. Then came the rattle as the diamondback reversed course and headed toward her feet. Red would not relent, so J. D. stepped off the horse and kicked at the cur, sending him yelping into the scrub.

The snake rose up and eyed him. J. D. hesitated. Should he care for the dog and horse or just take care of himself? They were the intruders here, and the last thing he wanted was to get snakebit.

He dug his battered cell phone from the saddlebag and flipped it open, standing between the snake and the dog. Service was spotty here, but he found two bars. He scrolled through the contacts till he came to the number Slocum had given.

As the call rang, he saw more movement. This time the hand with the cuff flexed and dug into the dirt. Was it involuntary? A body's last flexing of muscle in the heat?

"Border Patrol," a female voice answered and gave her name.

The snake slithered along the woman's thigh, and she moved her exposed leg. Then the snake rose and J. D. dropped the phone and turned to the horse, reaching for the rifle. In a flash of memory, he and his father were near a clearing with a fifteen- point buck straight ahead. J. D. froze, just as he had then, unable to squeeze the trigger or to breathe.

He shook the indecision off, then grabbed the barrel of the rifle and rushed the snake, swinging the stock wildly as it struck, its rattle fully engaged. He finally connected, and the snake's head snapped back. He dug the toe of his boot into the underbelly and sent it a few feet into the cactus. He felt like a placekicker who had just scored from eighty yards out, but he didn't have time to celebrate.

The woman lifted her head, hair covering her face. She was too weak to pull it back. J. D. moved to block the sun.

"Agua," she whispered. She sounded like a girl, her voice no louder than a bird's.

He grabbed his canteen, the dog now barking with equal fervor at the woman and the snake. He started to hand her the water, then remembered the phone and flipped it closed and shoved it into his pocket. She looked too weak to lift the canteen to her lips, so he knelt to roll her over and support her head as he poured some into her mouth. Her lips were parched and swollen, and with her turned over he could see blood on her shirt or blouse or whatever it was. A lot of blood. He pulled at it to see the wound, but she recoiled.

"Are you hurt?" he said.

She had to spit out some dust and mud to get the water past her swollen tongue. Finally she drank, all the time looking at him with huge brown eyes.

He fumbled for the Spanish word, trying to bring it back from his high school days. "¿Duele?" he said.

She tipped the canteen again and drank. Then she lay back and closed her eyes. He checked her pulse. It was strong. He picked her up, cradling her like an infant to his chest. She was light, but even a hundred pounds of deadweight was difficult to carry. His phone buzzed as he stumbled to the horse. How could he get her back to the ranch?

He let her feet go and held her with one arm while he fished for the phone.

"This is Border Patrol. Did you just call?" a woman said.

"Yes, ma'am, I ... ran into some trouble...."

"Who is this?"

"Sorry, ma'am, I made a mistake. Called the wrong number. My apologies."

The woman muttered something and hung up.

The sun moved higher, spiking the temperature. It had reached 117 the day before, and with not a cloud in sight, he figured today would be no different. He thought about calling Slocum but decided against it. The man would just haul her to the nearest Border Patrol and wash his hands.

He hoisted the woman, limp as a dishrag, toward the saddle, but the horse backed away. J. D. cursed and grabbed the reins, which only made things worse, the horse circling. He let go of the reins.

"Easy," he said calmly, a hand on the horse's head.

His father's voice came back to him. "The animal senses your fear. Relax. You don't have to control it. You only have to guide it."

He tried again, but he misjudged the woman's weight and had to pull her back. Finally he placed her in the shade of a cactus, removed the saddle, and straightened the blanket on the horse's back. Then he pushed her up with one hand on her chest and another on her backside to place her on the horse. She was a girl, a tiny thing.

He led the horse to a rock and climbed up to sit behind her, steadying her weight with one hand. He tried to go as quickly as he could without jostling her, a hand in the middle of her back. Feet dangling, her body bouncing as they climbed higher, J. D. wondered where the girl had been and where she was going and what all of this meant to him.

"Who are you?" he said.


Excerpted from BORDERS of the HEART by CHRIS FABRY Copyright © 2012 by Chris Fabry. Excerpted by permission of TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Chris Fabry is an award-winning author and radio personality who hosts the daily program Chris Fabry Live! on Moody Radio. His novels have won two Christy Awards and an ECPA Christian Book Award, but it’s his lyrical prose and tales of redemption that keep readers returning for more. Chris and his wife, Andrea, have nine children and live in Arizona. Visit his website at

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Borders of the Heart 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Shopgirl152ny1 More than 1 year ago
J.D. Jessup has run from his life as a musician to Arizona, where he works on an organic farm near the Mexican border, learning the trade and living simply. He's been existing, not really living. Then he finds Maria, lying out in the desert, covered in blood and near death. Though his boss has told him to call Border Patrol if he ever finds an illegal, he can't do it and instead cleans her up and takes her to a doctor. This act of kindness sets him on a different and dangerous path, because someone wants Maria dead. He can't seem to let her go, even when he has the chance to; he feels an inexplicable bond with her and knows he must see this through to the end, whatever that might be. Maria slowly opens up about who's after her and why, but he's not sure if he can trust her or if she's playing her own game with him caught in the middle. J.D.'s story is slowly revealed as he talks with Maria and meets Good Samaritans along the way. He's very introspective and they cause him to question his beliefs about God and a past tragedy. I get the sense that he grew up going to church but never had faith for himself. Could God be working things together for good and is God really in control? These seem to be important themes for Fabry; a previous book I've read, Almost Heaven, also deals with this. The title refers not only to the American-Mexican border, but also to how we wall ourselves off from others, whether it's out of fear or something else. There's some discussion from both sides of the illegal alien debate. Who's really our neighbor? I enjoy Fabry's writing. There's a lyrical quality to it and he has a way of describing scenes so I feel I'm really in Arizona, sweating and dusty, even though it's cold where I am! There's some action as the bad guy gets close and the body count rises. There's only a hint of romance but mostly the story is J.D. figuring things out for himself. I found the story interesting, but a bit hard to get into. It's quite different than what I usually read. I do plan on reading his other stories because I like that he makes me think about the hard questions.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Borders of the Heart is a quick paced mystery involving the Border patrol, drug smuggling and the Mexican cartel, and a man with a huge fence around his own heart. There were lots of murders, blood, and running - running from the law, vigilantes, and hit killers. It was a page turning thriller that I couldn't put down. And I love the endings of Chris Fabry's books - you never know what to expect!
J4Life5 More than 1 year ago
I am not sure why I didn't like this book more. Without a doubt, Fabry is a gifted writer. The characters are true to who they are and what they represent. The story line is believable, although fairly predictable. I found myself reading because I was curious about Maria and wanted to find out if she was what she seemed. That kept my interest in the book, but I have to admit that I had to force myself to pay attention and keep reading to finish that book, which is never a good thing when reading! It seemed like the author had some political motivation in the book in regards to a United States/Mexico fence to secure the border and the topic of illegal immigrants/border ranchers. It wasn't blatant, but it was present. There was a lot of violence and murder, which isn't my cup of tea when reading. I did enjoy the message of love for our fellow human beings, letting go of people we love when they are in a better place (even if it is hard), and that everyone deserves a second chance. Overall, weighing the good writing and interesting characters, the encouraging message, violence, and the socio-political topic, I would rate this book somewhere in the middle. Not necessarily my kind of book, but others might really enjoy it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As in all of his books, Chris Fabry develops a captivating story line and believable characters while including just enough mystery about the plot to keep you reading.
AnotherBibliophile More than 1 year ago
Well worth reading. This story moves quickly, with tension and action, as well as inspiration. Chris Fabry has a wonderful writing style. I can relate to the characters and understand their motivations. It is a clean, well-written story reflecting different characters’ varying points of view. I enjoyed his colorful descriptions of the desert and its animals. He mentioned desert plants that made me look up the words, so I got a good picture of the setting. We learn something new about the characters in just about every chapter, and the plot keeps us turning pages. There is danger, and people have varying ways of reacting to the danger, and learning from the events. I also favor a happy ending - and this one works well, after the nuances of the plot surprise us.
givemethebible More than 1 year ago
This story showed how one choice can lead to many others, whether for good or for evil. I really enjoyed reading this book. I am definitely planning on reading the other books Chris Fabry has written!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not a bad book.  I enjoyed the beginning of it, the story line was good.  The end was just a little to predictable and there was a lot of build up to basically nothing.  On the Tyndale House summer reading program list.
tatormc More than 1 year ago
Grabbed my attention at the beginning with a bit of mystery. The middle did get a little boring as I felt it was being dragged out. But good ending and overall good read.
Thursday4 More than 1 year ago
Summary: A farmhand on an organic farm finds an illegal immigrant while out riding fences. Instead of turning her over to border control, he takes her home, cleans her up, takes off the handcuff on her wrist, gets her medical help, and finds himself in way over his head after he realizes that she is being followed by assassins. Torn between his desire to help and his painful past, J.D. makes the first steps forward to reclaiming himself and his future. Honestly, I preferred Fabry's Not In the Heart to this novel. While the two share some of the same themes (redemption, forgiveness, sacrifice), this novel fell short when it came to pacing. About half way through the book, through multiple separations, shootings, and changes in location, I was beginning to lose track of what happened where and who was the bad guy. The entire novel is one long car chase. Hopefully later editions will include a map of Arizona in the front cover. Otherwise, major portions felt confusing. There was a lot of violence. Characters drugged, shot, hit by cars, beheaded, stabbed. I can think of six important characters who died throughout the plot right off the top of my head, not to mention any incidental deaths. While contextually it made sense, and none of the descriptions were gratuitous, if you don't care for that sort of thing, don't bother reading this book. Finally, for me the confusing settings and high violence obscured some of the character growth in the story. I could sit down and read it again to try and catch the details, but there isn't quite enough plot content for that. So instead I'll give this three stars for good idea, decent execution, and honest motives, and see what Fabry writes next.
kristen4mk More than 1 year ago
Really enjoying Chris Fabry's work these days.  His books are compelling and always make me think. J.D. Jessup has been working as a farmhand in Arizona, where he moved to escape some terrible memories - he is essentially 'running' from himself.  His employer's one immovable rule is "if you see an illegal, call Border Patrol immediately".  However, when the situation actually arises J.D. is hard pressed to be obedient, because his heart tells him otherwise.  He hides the beautiful Maria, but soon learns that she is not all she seems to be (and it could be a deadly decision).  This decision sets off a series of events that seem out of control, but all in all serve to bring J.D. full circle to the man he is supposed to be. Although this wasn't my all-time favorite Chris Fabry book, I definitely enjoyed it and can wholeheartedly recommend it.
Virginia76 More than 1 year ago
JD is running from his past and ends up working on an organic farm in Arizona. He finds a Mexican woman near death one morning, and instead of calling the Border Patrol, he takes care of her. Soon he realizes she is in a lot of trouble, which he is now involved in. The book was fast paced and the story took place in 4 days (except for an epilogue months later). There were a few twists and it was somewhat predictable at the end but I enjoyed it.
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Laurabo More than 1 year ago
BORDERS of the HEART by Chris Fabry is a book that I chose because I had read one of his books previously. I had mixed thoughts when I ordered it as the story revolves around a man in Arizona who hides an illegal. However, not matter you thoughts on the subject it is a good narrative and you will find yourself cheering for them and hoping they succeed. The saga is of a young man, J.D., running from himself and God, working on a farm outside Tucson who just happens upon Maria about dead. Going against the orders of his boss he assists her then winds up on the run from a Mexican drug lord, a gang, the border patrol and the police. The question is can he believe her story? Is she who she says she is, is she telling him everything? But then J.D. is hiding things about himself also. After several innocent people are killed the truth begins to emerge then he has to decide what he will do with the information. Will he turn her in or continue to assist her? Borders of the Heart is a gripping tale that is a suspenseful love story that will keep you reading until the end. I received this book free for a fair honest review from Tyndale.
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sweetharmony4jesus More than 1 year ago
Borders of the Heart is filled with intense action, adventure, suspense, and romance. It is set in the Southern part of Arizona near the Mexican border. Chris Fabry does an outstanding job in writing a book that reflects the reality of Illegal immigration and drug cartels. I was quickly drawn into this story, because Arizona is close to my heart. I am familiar with the desert heat, the stories of Illegal Immigration, and the important part that law enforcement has in protecting it's borders from illegal activity. At the beginning of the story we are introduce to J.D. Jessup, a musician running from his past. When he started working at an organic farm, the owner warns him about illegal crossings, and emphasizes the importance of calling Border Patrol if he sees an Illegal. One morning during J.D's usual horse ride, he stumbles upon a beautiful young woman near death. Right at the moment when he is about to call Border Patrol, he sees a faint movement and changes his mind. He decides to act upon his heart and help her. Little did he know that his act of kindness would put his life in great danger. J.D. is in for a ride of his life. While risking his own life, he finds out that Maria is running from a dangerous man who is involved with a drug cartel - out to exterminate anyone who crosses his path. J.D. also learns the importance of trusting God, and to confront the fear that was preventing him to love again. **I received this book free from Tyndale House Publishers as part of their Blogger Review Program. I was not required to provide a positive review. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."