Do you want to die for a ten dollar shotgun?

Picture Mireya Vera Chica ignored the woman’s pleas. She smiled at the two men, and said, “You gringos ever hear of a Mexicano standoff, eh?” She looked at each of them calmly. “Well, this is not a Mexicano standoff, boys. I will kill you both if we cannot make a trade. What shall it be, gringos? Do you want to die for a ten dollar shotgun?”
The bartender stood, sweat running into his eyes. He was shaking. “I’ll trade, I’ll trade…Miss.” He suddenly felt sober.
“Well, okay, then. Firs’, hand me my pistols, gringo. Then hand the Indios the shotgun.” The Indians stood, awestruck. They did not move to either escape or help the young woman. They were in the precarious spot of being both victims and conspirators at the same time.
Chica holstered her pistols and placed the hide-out gun back in its holster. She held the dagger and lit a cigar. She continued to stand on the dealer’s neck. “An we need some bullets for the shotgun as well. We need a box of bird shot, some buckshot and some heavier shots, for rabbit. She looked at the Indians, “Anything else?”
They nodded energetically.
“How much is all of that, gringo?”
“Don’t, don’t worry ‘bout it. Take ‘em… as a gift.”
“No, gringo, we are not robbing you, just making a good trade, we will pay for the bullets.” She peeled off a few bills and put the rest in her pocket. The Mule Tamer
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Published on October 17, 2012 20:09
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