Total Consciousness

Chapter-3: Heart and Soul

The woods stood still with ringing silence. Este, Elotro and Aquel stared at the shadows, searching for signs of movement—only dirt particles settled toward the earth. Over cautious, the three men peered into the night multiple times. Nothing else appeared from the darkness. Still, they waited.

     Awkward glances exchanged between each man. They nodded at each other and smiled with red blush on their cheeks. Nervous laughter shattered the blue tightness of the night, and the three men reloaded, and holstered their pistols.

     Despite the loud stillness, a thick unease of bloodlust radiated in the air. It left the men feeling jittery and anxious, and foolish.

     Movement yanked at Aquel’s attention from below. He turned quick and readied to engage the vicious bad thing. He gripped his guns hard, as his heart pounded and raced up into his throat.

     The soft light from the red moon flowed over everything, blending edges together and making it difficult to focus on one thing. Even so, Aquel found his target.

     He laughed and tongued over his Puma Rojo tobacco in his lower lip. It was only the woman on the ground. Pathetic animal, he thought as he grimaced, and continued to judge his dirty plaything.

     The poor piggy-pig-pig on the ground reached out with her right arm and mumbled nonsense. Her defeated voice tried to rise above the night with a spark of hope. It disgusted Aquel, having to listen to her desperate thoughts.

     “Ayuda me, Ayuda me,” said the battered woman,“…Help me, helpme … por favor…please … señor…con todo, señor.”

     Aquel chimed in like a parent playfully scolding a newborn baby. “No, no, no, mujer … no one is here to save you. Pray if you like, but no miracles this night. The dream ends for you; and here you rest in peace, in 1821.”

     A melodic sanguine whistling cut in from the south; it pierced into a melancholy rhythm, then into a deep death cry before repeating the pattern. The tune rattled the hairs on Aquel’s ass, spreading cold shivers up his back and down his legs.

     For a few embarrassing seconds Aquel choked and struggled to breathe. He coughed and pounded his chest. “Stop that annoying whistling, pendejos,” hesaid, “it’s killing my mood for another round.” 

     Este moved quickly and double tapped Aquel on his left shoulder. “O-over there … hombres …look over there, sitting on that boulder. That man is whistling.”

     Aquel turned slow and faced the intruder in the bone white gambler hat. The image of that man drained all certainty from his heart. In its place, cold numbness tumbled and punched into his chest. And his throat burned tight with a mouthful of gagging vomit. He spat to the left and inspected the man with greater scrutiny.

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