SAN JOSE del CABO SAN JOSE del CABO Elizabeth Bourget Miguel didn t want buzzards to find him buried in a Mexican desert with only his mind left to feast on.
Horse hooves slap on the dry river bed.
Pablita breathes in as I hold her reins. Heat spreads through my saddle, moistening my thighs. This one, her rebellious eyes shadow mine. The smell of wet sand, horse breath, dust climbs up the bank. I wantedto change our corrupt government, but the people didn t care.