A mile past the checkpoint, at another small intersection, Hackworth found 
a pair of very makeshift crucifixes fashioned from freshly cut mulberry trees, 
green leaves still fluttering from their twigs. Two young white men had been 
bound to the crucifixes with gray plastic ties, burned in many places and 
incrementally disembowled. From the looks of their haircuts and the somber 
black neckties that had been ironically left around their necks, Hackworth 
guessed they were Mormons. A long skein of intestine trailed from one of their 
bellies down into the dirt, where a gaunt pig was tugging on it stubbornly.