“I haven’t had sex in six months,” the Giant Apache Woman told the Rancher. Dust and ArrivalThe dust from Parras, Coahuila, rose like a lost soul over the parched fields of La Esperanza ranch. It was August, and the sun burned even the shadows. The men of the ranch hadn’t spoken to each other for three days. The boss, Don Crispín Saldívar, had died in a cantina during a confusing brawl that no one understood. No one knew who had started it or why, but the silence that followed was thicker than molasses. In the middle of the corral, seated...
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