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Chapter-2: Dream a Little More

   The woman moaned in a dizzy, hot yellow and blue spark of a mess. She coughed a few times, spitting out dirt and small chips of pebbles. Muddy blood clumped around her nose and mouth. And her left eye refused to open—swollen tight in deep rhythmic purple pulses.

     Aquel dropped his pants to mid thigh. He squealed and bent forward to touch his piggy prey on her thick ass. She gagged and heaved, crunching into an empty vomit.

     “That’s a good, pig. That’s a good, pig.” Aquel spread her cheeks and pulled on her black hair. His smile spread wide open, exposing yellow teeth with bits of slimy tobacco. Drool fell onto the woman’s curvy hips and thighs, and he laughed.

     The salty-tart scene stiffened Aquel’s heart much more, and he moaned with euphoria. Courteous, he sang to his pig.

     “That’s it, my piggy-pig-pig, squeal a little more for me, my plump fig. So, so, yes-umm, my bitch-umm. Howl nice and howl loud, until you’re dead-umm. But, oh, ho, ho, yes and no. Scream it nice, and cream it tight. All for me, eh, just for me, El Jefe….” He laughed and ….

     Instinct slapped in hard, forcing Aquel to stop mid caress. He looked over his shoulder as he tongued over his wad of dip in his lower lip. Danger echoed in his ears and throat and puckered anus, while anger flushed over him in red waves of roars. Someone is trying to take my nut away, he thought.

     Aquel shook his head in slow exaggerated arcs. He stood tall and erect, and alert. His annoyance tightened across his rear cheeks, while the steady rumble raised the hair on his entire back and shifting testicles. From the west, he thought.

     The other two men jumped into action—each man reaching for their new toys: six round, Ehlis-1818 revolvers.

     Off to the side, the three horses broke free. They whinnied and sprinted to the east as though in a death race.

     “Chingasos, what in the putas is that,” called out Elotro. He quivered with a tight stomach. “It don’t feel right, jefe.” He wiped sweat from his forehead, brushing aside thin brown hair with the back of his hand and forearm.

     “Could be a stampede,” said Este with a chunky smile as he checked his pistols.

     “A stampede?” asked Aquel. He flicked his gooey hand several times and wiped his palm and fingers on his lower pant legs. “Up on this mountain? No mames, pendejo.” He lifted his beige pants, and stepped over the lard bag.

       Above the tree line the sky filled with birds of various sizes flying east. They chirped and shrieked, moving with flapping determination.

     “Now the night sky looks much dimmer than normal,” said Elotro. He laughed with a nervous smile and pointed his pistols at the dark rumble from the woods.

     Aquel stared at his revolvers near the oil lamp. Quickly, he buckled up his belt, adjusted his pants, and moved to pick up his two guns.

     Este, Elotro and Aquel looked at one another and huddled closer together. They backed into each other and braced for something big and monstrous to appear.

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