Del Rio Con Amor: p.12
Chancho blinked furiously from the combination of bright sun and whipping wind. Ah Puch held him by his bandoliers while the others stood clear of the swinging pipe. “We only get one chance at this.” Ah Puch cautioned. “Yes, yes. Miss it and the tail-end of the train will be kissing ours goodbye.” Chancho shook … Read more Del Rio Con Amor: p.12