Chapter-7: Boa of Snake Island
Catelina dragged the target a couple of meters and stopped. She looked back at Diego. “Enough of that, let’s play a game. I know you can shoot exceptionally well, mi capitan. That’s one of the reasons I’m so attracted to you. Challenge me. I have yet to meet anyone that can shoot well enough to beat me.” She maneuvered the archery target farther away.
“Such excitement,” she continued, “I’ve heard stories of your time in that war between Mexico and America.” Catelina licked her lips. “My trusted informants claim you are the best expert marksman in all of North and South America. Tell me, did you keep a tally on your belt? What’s your body count?”
Diego lifted his chin up, his face cold and empty. He asked, “Did you keep a tally all those years you were forced to serve in those establishments? Do you even know your body count?”
“Oh, that’s not nice at all.” Catelina smirked and waved her index finger at him. “Fair enough, amor. Let some things stay in the past.”
She loaded the Spencer rifle. “We each get one shot. Except, there are a few conditions: first, you have to shoot with rifle held upside down; behind your neck; and just above your shoulder blades. Like this …” Catelina raised the rifle behind her neck and aimed at the target, and blew Diego a kiss.
She lowered the rifle. “Second, we each only shoot once from twenty five meters away. The distance is marked from that palm tree over there. Third, the closes shot wins. Fourth, the loser receives a punishment and becomes the servant of the winner for the remainder of the night.
“Oh, one more thing, see that lechon over there, the roasted pig? To the right edge of the pit, see that metal piece sticking into the coals? It’s my very own brand, a fancy curved, ‘C’. When you lose I get to brand you as one of my beasts. Just one mark, where ever I want below your neck. Mmm, don’t worry. Of course, I’m not going to hurt your sweet maduro plantain. Oh no, I’m putting him to work as soon as we finish our little game.”
Diego scratched his chin: “And, when I win, what punishment will you receive?”
Catelina laughed loud. “No, mi amor, you will not win. Pero, if by some fortunate chance you do win, then the same applies to me.”
Diego moved over to the roasted pig. He removed the metal piece from the hot coals and inspected it. Catelina spoke the truth. At the end of the heavy metal, a fancy curved, C, glowed red hot. He shook his head and tossed the metal piece back. “I refuse to mark you. Pick something less permanent as a consequence.”
Catelina sighed and replied with a playful tone. “Oh, what a gentleman you are. Fine, how about we stick with the classics? You must hit me at least three times. You decide when, where and how hard you want to give it to me.” She batted her eyes up at him.
“That’s fine. But, I get to shoot first. Also, I’m going to place a small plate holder, with one of those walnuts from the table, on the target. That is, if you don’t mind the challenge.”
Catelina angled her head to the side and glanced at the dinner table and back at Diego. She laughed into a delicious hinge and rubbed between her thighs. “Oh my, such a courteous man you are, thinking of busting his walnuts all over my target. Yes, yes, delicious idea. That works for me. Go on, set up the target as you please.” She spread her legs into a full akimbo stance and smiled.
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I appreciate your time in reading this blog post. Next Monday I will upload the next part of chapter seven, from my first novel: Guerrero of Passions.
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