Twisted Cross

Behind the postal station, Sal spotted a narrow wooden stairway leading to a second-floor landing. It was a dim passageway. If the chica walked here, he could surprise her and snatch the earrings. As Sal drew near the stairway, he heard a man and a woman talking on the second level. To Sal’s surprise, Brother David approached him from the top of the stairwell.

   “Who’s there?” Brother David said. “Ah, it appears to be El Señor Salvador Tenorio. Are you playing explorer or spy today?” he said. The girl in the earrings peeked from the top of the landing. Sal got his first clear view of her face. Her brown skin glowed, smooth and beautiful. Her brows, raised in surprise, framed coal black eyes. He noticed she no longer wore the colorful shawl.

   “¿Qué pasó? What’s going on here?” Sal said. He looked for an explanation, shocked to see Brother David and this lovely chica alone, together.

   “I’ll ask the questions,” Brother David said. “Who guards the wagon while you chase young women?” He turned his gaze back to the chica at the top of the stairs. “Don’t worry, I know this fellow, you’re safe.” He spoke to her as if he knew her well.