Outside of Lockhart
Runs With Stick slouched down in the front seat of the old pick up truck as it bounced down the dirt road in the darkness.
Chavo pulled up in front of a run down house and switched off the engine, "Mi casa es tu casa." as he put his hand on her thigh.
"This will be over soon" she thought as she stepped out of the truck noticing that there were no other light visible in the darkness, then laughed, "Shall we go inside Senior?"
Chavo stepped inside first, feeling for the lantern then lighting it. "Romantic don't you think?"
"May I have something to drink?"
Chavo picked up a half empty bottle of mescal and took a long drink, he started to hand the bottle to Runs With Stick then paused "Where are my manners?" As he wiped the top of the bottle with his shirt.
Taking the bottle, she put it up to her lips and tipped it back without drinking any. "Mother help me, do these fools drink gasoline?" she thought.
"You look tense Senior Chavo, would you like a massage first?"
"A massage?"
"Yes Senior, you wouldn't want to get a leg cramp later would you?"
Runs With Stick pulled her dress up over her head and watched Chavo's eyes moving over her.
Chavo took a deep breath, standing there captivated by the naked Cunni, "Never in my life...."
She took a cushion from the sofa and set it on the low table in front of it, "Here, lay down and relax. I promise you that you will never forget this."
He just stood there transfixed.
"Here, let me help you out of your clothes." as she started to unbutton his shirt.
Fifteen minutes later he was completely passed out on the table, breathing slowly. Runs With Stick removed the rope from her bag and tied his hands to the table, then ran the rope across his neck, chest and thighs. Making sure they were properly secured she quietly tied the rubber hose around his leg just below the knee and waited a bit before waking him.
"Wake up Chavo, we need to talk."
"Snrrrk..." Chavo woke slowly, wondering what was wrong with his arms.
Runs With Stick slapped him across the face. "Wake up Chavo."
Chavo tried to sit up and felt something against his throat. When he tried to move his hands to find out what it was, he found they wouldn't move.
"Be still Chavo, you don't want to choke to death do you?"
"Untie me at once!"
"You're not in a position to give orders now Chavo."
"When I get loose from here, I will beat you to death."
Runs With Stick slide her hand up between Chavo's legs and stopped to fondle his testicles, "You know Chavo, for the way you talk, I would have thought that they would be bigger than this."
Chavo turned to glare at her, noticing the bright blue stripes on either side of her muzzle, "You're insane, do you have any idea who I am?"
"I know only that you have information that I need, other than that, you are a nothing."
She let him swear for close to five whole minutes before she pulled the cleaver from her bag. "You were my Father's and his Father's before him. Blessed are the spirits that live within you. Guide me in your proper usage." Holding it up for Chavo to get a good look at it first, she then turned and brought it down hard, neatly severing the joint above his ankle.
Watching Chavo's face and the reaction, she knew the shock had set in almost instantly. Slowly she sprinkled the Indamo powder in his open muzzle and across his eyes. "The sacred powder is in your mouth so that you may greet Death on your journey. It is also in your eyes so that you may see that which is denied you for eternity."
Runs With Stick slapped him across the leg, "Now, are you going to answer some questions, or do I let you bleed to death?"
"Madre de dios, Si si"
"Who killed the other Cunni that was down here two months ago?"
"Hector ordered it, but Carlos did it."
"Is Hector the fat man that runs the funeral parlor?"
"Si."
"And Carlos, is he the tall dark one that comes to your table at El Oso's?"
"Si."
Chavo's voice was starting to fade, "I don't want to die."
Runs With Stick turned to dress the bloody end of Chavo's leg. "You will not die, but remember this, We are Cunni, Death is always nearby. Do not run to meet Him."
Continued.
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