Del Rio Con Amor: p. 6
Chancho and Ah Puch held their breath, suppressing the urge to sneeze or cough until the fine chili powder had settled among the shifting dark. The guards hesitated as well. Nothing came from Guzman’s end of the car while Torres’ muffled swearing drifted from the front. Growing impatient to resolve the situation and move the … Read more Del Rio Con Amor: p. 6