Luneshale Pass lluvia

His gloomiest prognostications had been realized.
He was a gardener now.
Fuck.

Once Niño’s biggest problem was the war. Now it was water. Too much of it over there, too little of it over here. He was a hitman, not a seedman, but it wasn’t like he was gonna say anything and risk getting his throat sliced by los jefes.

Soto looks ridiculously pleased with himself. Wonder what makes him so chipper to do this work.

The hound grunts, cold eyes looking him over.