Paco Valdez
FA
You rise to unsteady feet and do your best to look unintimidated by the four Kamani braves who glare on you with undisguised hatred.
You raise an open palm and greet them. "How," You say. You're pretty sure that's the proper and civvilized way you're supposed to greet indians.
One of them spits at you, the wad of bubbly white saliva landing on your boots like a solitary drop of disgusting rain.
"Hold your tongue, white face," one of them says, presumably the leader. "What is your purpose on our land?"
Shit. You're not really sure how to answer that question. Telling them about the gold would be a mistake, but if they see through your lie... And what lie can you even make up? What the fuck kind of lie would lead them to believe that you actually have a viable reason for tramping on their land?
You think hard trying to come up with a believable lie while debating the option of speaking the truth to them.
"You are not answering, white man." The leader of the braves says.
Double shit. Now what?
You rise to unsteady feet and do your best to look unintimidated by the four Kamani braves who glare on you with undisguised hatred.
You raise an open palm and greet them. "How," You say. You're pretty sure that's the proper and civvilized way you're supposed to greet indians.
One of them spits at you, the wad of bubbly white saliva landing on your boots like a solitary drop of disgusting rain.
"Hold your tongue, white face," one of them says, presumably the leader. "What is your purpose on our land?"
Shit. You're not really sure how to answer that question. Telling them about the gold would be a mistake, but if they see through your lie... And what lie can you even make up? What the fuck kind of lie would lead them to believe that you actually have a viable reason for tramping on their land?
You think hard trying to come up with a believable lie while debating the option of speaking the truth to them.
"You are not answering, white man." The leader of the braves says.
Double shit. Now what?