Roughly 30 miles east of a U.S. Customs and Border Protection port of entry in the boiling hot desert, groups of military-aged men from awaited rides from federal agents after completing a monthslong journey.
It was a Friday morning along a remote stretch of the U.S.-Mexico border just before 8 a.m. The temperature was already nearing 90 degrees and the sun had been steadily rising for hours already, bathing everything in its scorching heat.
It was pick-up time - everyone from the migrants to the human smugglers to the Border Patrol and the humanitarian aid workers knew it.
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