Paco Valdez
You back hand her again and again. She starts to whimper and cry like a wounded animal. You grab her by her hair and throw her from the bed to the floor where you kick her over and over again in the ribs and stomach. She starts to cough up blood onto the floor. She begs you to stop. You tell her you'll stop, and you do, but only after giving her one hard kick to the side of the head that shuts up her crying.
You spit on her. "Stupid whore," you say as you pick up your traveling case and walk out of the room. You go down the stairs and step out into the street where the sun beats down on you with a burning ferocity.
You're about to walk to the stables to get on your horse when someone steps out in front of you and blocks your way. It's a big Mexican with a thick mustache. He has a wide brimmed sombrero and he doesn't look friendly. You look at his hand and see the "V" tattoo that labels him as a Vigilante. You try to shove past him, but he simply shakes his head and stands there blocking your way.
From behind you, you hear a man's voice. "I see you've met Jose." You turn around to find the source. It's a skinny Mexican man, about four inches shorter than you. "We know what you did, mister." He says to you. "You're gonna pay."
Doesn't sound very promising, you decide. Two more men surround you, stepping out of an alley way. One is blonde and has two pistols, the other is a brunette bearing a shotgun. They surround you on four sides.
The smaller Mexican speaks again. "You can't go sleeping with Paco Valdez's woman and not expect trouble."
A bolt of courage shoots through you. "If you're going to shoot me, then shoot me. Don't be a coward about it."
The Mexican who evidently is in charge remains relaxed despite your insult. "Don't worry, mister. We're not going to shoot you unless that's what Paco wants. He'll be back in town tomorrow." He smiles for a second, pausing to word his next question properly. "Tell me this, gringo, was the pussy worth it?"
You shake your head no. "Was it good?" He asks, hunger in his eyes. "I have always wondered."
You shrug a bit, not sure if you should answer honestly or not.
"I am sure it was." He tells you. "You can ease up a bit, mister. For now you will not be hurt much. You did what anyone would do if a beautiful woman asked to bed you."
Is he toying with you? You're not really sure. But if he's offering to not hurt you much, you'll take the offer. Getting hurt is not fun.
"Jose?" The little Mexican says to the big guy behind you. He makes a little gesture at him that you don't immediately understand. You understand it soon enough when you feel a heavy fist hit the back of your head. You fall to the ground as everything goes black.
You spit on her. "Stupid whore," you say as you pick up your traveling case and walk out of the room. You go down the stairs and step out into the street where the sun beats down on you with a burning ferocity.
You're about to walk to the stables to get on your horse when someone steps out in front of you and blocks your way. It's a big Mexican with a thick mustache. He has a wide brimmed sombrero and he doesn't look friendly. You look at his hand and see the "V" tattoo that labels him as a Vigilante. You try to shove past him, but he simply shakes his head and stands there blocking your way.
From behind you, you hear a man's voice. "I see you've met Jose." You turn around to find the source. It's a skinny Mexican man, about four inches shorter than you. "We know what you did, mister." He says to you. "You're gonna pay."
Doesn't sound very promising, you decide. Two more men surround you, stepping out of an alley way. One is blonde and has two pistols, the other is a brunette bearing a shotgun. They surround you on four sides.
The smaller Mexican speaks again. "You can't go sleeping with Paco Valdez's woman and not expect trouble."
A bolt of courage shoots through you. "If you're going to shoot me, then shoot me. Don't be a coward about it."
The Mexican who evidently is in charge remains relaxed despite your insult. "Don't worry, mister. We're not going to shoot you unless that's what Paco wants. He'll be back in town tomorrow." He smiles for a second, pausing to word his next question properly. "Tell me this, gringo, was the pussy worth it?"
You shake your head no. "Was it good?" He asks, hunger in his eyes. "I have always wondered."
You shrug a bit, not sure if you should answer honestly or not.
"I am sure it was." He tells you. "You can ease up a bit, mister. For now you will not be hurt much. You did what anyone would do if a beautiful woman asked to bed you."
Is he toying with you? You're not really sure. But if he's offering to not hurt you much, you'll take the offer. Getting hurt is not fun.
"Jose?" The little Mexican says to the big guy behind you. He makes a little gesture at him that you don't immediately understand. You understand it soon enough when you feel a heavy fist hit the back of your head. You fall to the ground as everything goes black.