Sky Mesa Ladrón

It was like Juárez to stay away for a couple days.
Not Soto.
Man couldn’t resist barking orders.
Niño wasn’t worried.

He was pissed. Seething.

He eyes the two, little ants on a field at this distance.
Killing causes fear, but decapitation sparks primal terror.

He says nothing but shadows jefe like a half-ton watchdog. Ready to commit open warfare soon as the order’s off his tongue.