Chapter 10: Silent Night“Get on your feet, you buggering shirt-lifters.” One of the intruders kicked at the sand. “Now, Mexican!”
Dark of night plus eyes, ears, and minds for only each other had given three men with shotguns ample opportunity to sneak up on Alfie and Gustavo. The one who spoke sounded British. His accent was recognizable, the derogatory slang he’d used as well. The new frontier was a melting pot of both love and hate.
Alfie’s hat kicked into the fire created a flare that made the metal on the intruders’ guns gleam and their eyes glow red with an air of evil.
“I said get up…or die sitting.” The lead man’s calm, deliberate tone was more menacing than if he’d been shouting.
“You gots no authority over us.” Gustavo stood, exposing himself to the others, leaving the blanket
