Dustland Requiem (A Bard's Folktale) (Volume 2)
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Sigurd Martinez is a simple boy with a single goal: taking care of his family. But in the heat of the desert sun, the violence and corruption of gangland Mexico make it harder and harder to tell what’s worth fighting for, and how much is worth sacrificing to get it. Back in the comfort of the suburbs, Charisma Roberts is readjusting to her life after a rough summer full of mayhem and madness. With the help of a spoony bard and an old friend, she’s determined to fix the mess she’s created. Though these two idealistic youths have never met, they’re about to find they have much more in common than just a bad poet.
you wanna let ‘im walk?” “More important things right now, Ade.” Siggy tried to help Lorena up, but she refused his assistance, turning to the sickly, dirty dog lying on the ground with flies nipping at its ears. She grazed the dog’s underbelly gently with the soft of her hand, causing it to flinch and yelp out. She tried to comfort it as she looked up. “We can’t leave him here. No one takes care of Perrito anymore,” Lorena reminded them. “We ain’t got food or nothin’ else for it, Lore,” Ade
and I ain’t buyin’. You or yer friends took some meds from a doc not too far from here. Yer gonna give ‘em up.” “Or else what? You’ll take me back to jail? You barely managed last time, and the odds aren’t in your favor now. Huff and puff all you like.” Alejandro feigned surrender, raising his arms in the air and waving jazz hands at Adelais. “Please Mr. Big Bad Wolf, don’t blow my house down.” Adelais cocked a grin, placing his finger on the cool trigger of his shotgun. He lined up the shot
crazy, I’d bet on your brother any day,” Kody smirked. “All right, Ade’s on point and I’m backup. Since this is your first time, gonna start you off easy—” “Hey! Don’t go treating me like a kid! I can hold my own!” Kody turned back, cocking a grin in Siggy’s direction. “I’m not sayin’ you can’t. That’s why I’m asking you to watch the truck. Make sure no one but us gets out. Can you handle that?” “Yeah, city boy, I got it.” Siggy watched as Kody ran off toward the rear of the shack,
pressing her body against the cold craggy wall, trying to avoid notice. As she waited, willing even the silence to be quiet, they passed by and continued down to the basement. She made her way back into the courtyard, taking shallow breaths as she headed to the chapel. She looked back, waiting for a ruckus of some kind, but no noise ever came out of the cellar. Taking count of the area, only a couple of banditos remained about, but most of them maintained a keen interest in her. She reached the
started heading back upstairs with the crate. “Wait, what’re ya doin’?” “Most of the blasting caps are m-missing.” “What? What’s that mean?” “We’ll have to get c-creative with detonating the explosives.” They made their way back to the top of the stairs, stopping at the door a few feet from Alma, who remained crouched just inside the entryway. “It’s only a matter of time before they notice this door is all not blocked off anymore. Tell me you guys are ready,” Alma said. “Glenn, how much