Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

what choice does he have, really? he’s half-crippled and sangre’s about to join the terrestrial dead; even if he put up a fight, this man could handily made two graves tonight. one for him, one for the red lady. 

best to do as he says. 

soto uncoils from his crook in the dark stone, limping after the ocelot. there would be time to think of other paths, but today his only goal is survival — even if it comes in the unlikely form of a rival holding out his palm for aid.