Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

The sunlight is filthy. Noxious. Filthy and noxious also describes Osiel– filthy, noxious, dirty and rank. It’s a long way through the desert.

The sky looks strangely red through rising dust. It’s a strange piece of terrain anyway. No-man’s-land. The desolate stretch of dry hills and deep canyons with a dearth of wolf.

Not what he left behind in Sayula.

Ocho. That was his sobriquet. Eight names. Eight bodies. Eight more casualties in the war on drugs. Best to get out before it goes down.

He heard plenty about the brothers, @Juárez and @Soto from Guanajuato. Knew competition would seek to divide this land.

But now Osiel was in Naaghai. And he wasn’t going anywhere.