Del Rio Con Amor: p. 7

“Chili powder?” Standing in the open door of the armored freight car the general scrutinized the two Rurales anew. Chancho relaxed. If the general had intended to throw them underneath the moving train, he wouldn’t have dismissed everyone but Guzman. “Even the Guardia, despite our reputation, know when to kill,” he shrugged, “and when to … Read more Del Rio Con Amor: p. 7