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The batwing doors creaked. A man in an expensive charro suit entered. He was clean-shaven, with soft hands and a crueler smile. His name was Don Rafael Mendoza.

Bruno Cruz walked out into the brutal sun, a dead man with nothing left to lose, heading toward the mountains where the coyotes would not dare follow. Behind him, Santa Miel returned to its dust. And El Libro Vaquero would remember his name for one more page. libro vaquero

"The badge," Bruno said softly. "You took my badge and melted it down for a belt buckle. But you forgot something, Rafael." The batwing doors creaked