Two Eyes Cenote [m] barley & salt

he waits for that divine absolution; the violence that begets more violence and tells him see, this is all okay. all the horrible things you’ve done are just boilerplate; it is the natural order of things. subjugate. violate. other men indulge in them too. and he knows if khusobek metes out this violent injustice, he will be performing the very rites of barbarity that he feared his daughter should never experience; that he would be bringing to fruition the very thing he sought to protect her from. not in a dangerous stranger. not in an itinerant far from camp. but from the blood of her own father. 

soto does not get to experience such brutal indulgence. a blow comes for the back of his head and it is enough to send his brain colliding into skull-plate. 

he sinks, lights out. 

the danger in them both dimmed for now.