Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

For long moments, the brother is only silent, but there remained that sharpness. Like everyone in Sayula, Osiel knew the stories of the de Toro temper when they were crossed. The golden eyes shine still with fire.

The ocelote steeped in patience. Great fields would be plowed and sowed, but it began with the yoking of two bulls.

“Vienes,” coaxes a smooth voice, “Hagámoslo mejor.”