Luneshale Pass leave the gun, take the cannoli

i appreciated the mold-in-hay reference <3

her face crinkles and she retreats. suddenly the game isn't very palatable for the princess upon the stone. 

juarez would keep prodding, but soto's humor is a little different these days. he relents just enough to show her he's given her space by his own magnanimity; it's a far cry from true grace, but in the savage land of the desert where it's dog-eat-dog, it'll have to do. 

south es big place. soto comments, studying her face. she wouldn't pass as a local in his homeland, so he concludes she's either even more southern, or a different region entirely. 

an impish gleam ovetakes the aztec-gold of his eye. how was kemal?