Two Eyes Cenote [m][wp] None of those things have killed me yet

Good dick, though? Red quipped, and then fell away to obnoxious laughter.

There was a sobering quality to the talk of gods, though. The miscreant thought of the Bear God, and what she had traded for the soul of Colt, not realizing until this moment that it was possible to screw a god like that. Add it to the bucket list.

Wonner if'n I could do that. Find a god, screw 'em over. What happened? Yew get somethin' outta the deal?