No need to hurry out here. They are 17 miles from a town which has 90 miles between it and any other. Hiding places will be plentiful in the convent, but there is time, and the day has just begun. They are nine. Over twice the number of the women, they are obliged to stampede or kill, and they have the paraphernalia for either requirement — rope, a palm leaf cross, handcuffs, mace, and sunglasses, along with clean, handsome guns
Great piece, Zac Chapepa.
alto
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Damn, that woman can turn a phrase.

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