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Karen, realizing that the old man was getting left behind, started yelling something, but out pistol guard quickly frightened her out of that idea. Being on the floor, I could see which way we were headed, but I supposed they would go back to San rosa. But the trip seemed too long. When the motor finally slowed to a stop they were pulled up onto a bench. Holding his machete in his left hand, our roper roughly search karen’s pockets and cut the strap to her small woven purse. My backpack was still in its place on my shoulders and it wouldn’t be easy to get it off with my hands tied together. Receiving his instructions, somebody behind me unzipped the top. I felt his hands rummaging through my belongings. They found my money clip and took the bills, angrily jerking the zipper closed. Obviously this wasn’t what they were hoping for. It looked like Karen wasn’t carrying too much more money than me, and her simple glass bead jewelry wasn’t worth taking. I noticed that we weren’t too far off from a shore, but there was no San Rosa village. In fact the land just seemed to end like it went around a corner.