Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

“Juárez. Hermano de Guanajuato,” he exhales and jostles his shoulders in mock-reverence. He hadn’t expected to rub shoulders with the brothers so soon. The state of this man told him their business was shaky– vibrating down the line. That– or he was a rebel, refusing to stay low and under the radar.

Either way spelled trouble.

“Juárez leave you to bleed out, too?”