“Ahhhhhh” Diego intoned. Life was good. The fact that he had killed four men in three days didn’t bother him a bit. That was their problem. They shouldn’t have been born weak and stupid. His fortunes kept climbing. Three days ago he was waiting to be hanged and today he was captain of his own vessel carrying a very valuable cargo and headed to where he could easily dispose of it, no questions asked. And he had the blond gringa. She had brought them luck. He was glad that he had not slit her throat back at the camp site. He and Pepe would now be arguing over the brown skinned b***h and he might have had to kill him. But since he still had the gringa puta, everything worked out fine. He would make sure, of course, to let Pepe know that he had no exclusive right to the delectable looking blac
