You are a nice boy, but you are in, ah, over your eyes, ah, in too deep water.

“No, gringo. I am going back to Mexico.” She decided not to say any more. She didn’t want to waste time and he wouldn’t listen anyway. She watched him get angry and prepared herself for action. He did not disappoint.

“Well, what if I tell you I could have you arrested, locked up and thrown in jail? You’ll never see Mexico again.”

Maria stood up and got close to him. She looked into his eyes and reached out, squeezed his cheeks together gently. “You are a nice boy, but you are in, ah, over your eyes, ah, in too deep water. You are in too far and I’ll forget that threat, but you have to go now, gringo.”

He stood, not certain what to do. She wasn’t afraid and not in the least intimidated by him. In fact, it was the other way around. He put up his hands in surrender. “All right, but you’re missing a plum opportunity, a plum opportunity.” He turned to leave. “Just one kiss?” He gave a look more confident than he was.

Maria looked at him. He was bold and a little drunk. She decided to humor the poor fool and kissed him gently on the cheek. Maria's Trail