SEVENThe sun was doing a nosedive behind the purple mountains by the time Big Jim Bullock pulled into his driveway. The day had been uneventful. A few speeding tickets and not much else. Impatient travelers were easy pickings and helped to fill the town coffers as they sped towards some unknown destination. Agua Verde was a town that people went through, not to. There was nothing here worth staying for any longer than it took to down a quick lunch or top off the tank before heading back onto the road. Uneventful was good, but he doubted he could say as much for what awaited him.
Paco was probably still sitting in the chair where he’d left him pouting, waiting for his Chim to come home. He wasn’t sure if the little squirt enjoyed playing helpless or if he truly was. He was complicating thi
