He found the seven of hearts under his cowboy boot, picked it up and noticed it smelled like perfume. His partner — their Mariachi…
In front of me, tires screech. There is yelling. The tires screech again. The second time the sound comes from the intersection.
The gas light came on about 90 miles from Ensenada. Stern Baja mountains escorted the truck east, through savage pastels, and neither driver nor…