Paco Valdez
DQ
You shrug your shoulders and figure that no harm can come from humoring the old bastard. You follow him through the yards and down a path that sits a little ways off from the buildings. It's a small, run down, shabby looking cabin. You figure it drips streams through the roof when it rains.
He opens the door and waits for you. You go into the cabin with him, finding within the unpleasant odors of rotten carcasses and feces. Tears well up in your eyes. You wonder if the man has ever bothered to clean the place. You also wonder if the smell of shit is his own, or the local wild life. Perhaps it is both, you muse with disgust.
The man walks over to a dresser and pulls out something wrapped in cloth. He brings this cloth bound item over and gives it to you. "This was your fathers. By right it is yours."
You shrug your shoulders and figure that no harm can come from humoring the old bastard. You follow him through the yards and down a path that sits a little ways off from the buildings. It's a small, run down, shabby looking cabin. You figure it drips streams through the roof when it rains.
He opens the door and waits for you. You go into the cabin with him, finding within the unpleasant odors of rotten carcasses and feces. Tears well up in your eyes. You wonder if the man has ever bothered to clean the place. You also wonder if the smell of shit is his own, or the local wild life. Perhaps it is both, you muse with disgust.
The man walks over to a dresser and pulls out something wrapped in cloth. He brings this cloth bound item over and gives it to you. "This was your fathers. By right it is yours."