Vampires of El Norte

by Isabel Cañas

He was the only other speaker of their shared, silent language, the only person on the rancho who listened to more than her voice: he read her shifts in energy, her expression, the way she held her weight. She loved him fiercely for it.

your gut knows you could die. Your gut wants to live. Shut up and listen to it.

Daily. Memories of him circled her footsteps like hungry curs. Every shift of the trees whispered his name, every turn of the wind carried his voice.

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“What will become of us? Who will we be without the land we grew up on? Without our home?”

“I have spent the last nine years saving money to buy land. To build a house. I have enough, Nenita. I will build it for us.”