He looked up, pondering what had just happened, tried to talk, tried to move, but nothing would work. Maria casually sat down beside him and watched him die. She leaned in close and regarded him. He mouthed words and she could see gold teeth. This one would bring some good cash.
They sat this way for a long time. The man still looking about, ponderously, stupidly, mouthing words that had no sound, wondering what was happening. Maria lit a cigar and smoked and blew smoke at his face. His nose wrinkled and he leaned his head back and sneezed. A great gout of blood flew out of his nose and blood and clear fluid ran from his nostrils and soaked his long moustaches, dripping onto his bean covered lap. He still said nothing. Maria's Trail