“Did I? I didn’t think anything scared you, princesa.”
She looked at him askance. “Princesa? Since when did you start being so jocular, and familiar, Adulio?”
“Oh, you are a princesa, but your story is not going to have a happy, princesa ending.” He stepped out of the shadows and she could see that he was holding a gun, pointed at her. She looked over at her own revolver under her pillow, too far away to reach. She always kept several guns around the room, and Adulio knew this. He held up a hand. “I will only kill you quicker if you try to fight, princesa.”
“So, you are in with Curtin?”
“Hah! Curtin, the errand boy. Curtin is not your problem. Your problem goes much deeper, my child.” He lit a cigarette and smoked. He looked angry and evil but his unsteady hand betrayed him, showed that he was not so much in control. He was terrified and she knew it.
“Why are you doing this, Adulio?”
“Because it is my right. My right!” His voice grew louder but he didn’t care, no one was around to hear him. His wife sat, like a dummy in the next room, could hear nothing, could not hear this story of betrayal.
“For half a lifetime I served that bloated pig, that worthless peon. The great Alejandro del Toro got a little jingle in his pocket, got some good clothes, got fine soaps and perfumes and looked the gentlemen. No matter of soap can wash it away, princesa, no matter of soap can wash that stain from the skin.” He pointed at her dark complexion. “My family should have had this land. My family, pure blood that could be traced to Spain, not you Indios, you dirty worthless creatures. Cortez should have killed you all, should have spread the smallpox to every one of you. But now, finally, the revolution, the final best excuse to kill you all.” The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest
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