The next day Sal walked to the edge of town to retrieve the ox-cart hidden in the hills. A stench in the air reminded Sal that poor Jimenez rotted in his shallow grave nearby. He spotted two boys as he approached.
“You there. Will you take three pesos for a day’s work hauling this cart?” Sal said. He considered it a generous offer for two kids.
“Move your cart? What about your stinking friend in the ground, Coronel?” The boys said. Sal didn’t expect the vagrant youth to answer so boldly. They actually tried to threaten him. His anger rose, and he raised a boot to kick them aside. Better yet, he could afford to use his pesos to bribe them to get the cart on the next vessel bound north for San Diego. They struck a deal.
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