CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The sun overhead was as bright as ever, but its rays were fragmented by the trees in the foothills. Cory was riding ahead, Jesus behind, leading the pack mules.
Cory reined in his horse, forcing Jesus to stop. "Jesus, what do you think? I figure we're about an hour from the village. Flynn and the woman are about fifteen minutes ahead of us."
"So, what? We better be moving on or Flynn will have our hides for holding him up."
"To hell with Flynn. Who gives a s**t what he wants? It's what I want that counts and I want a piece of that little Mexican b***h back at the cantina."
Jesus attempted to push his horse forward, but Cory had his mount crosswise on the trail. "Are you crazy? Let me by. I'm riding up the trail."
Cory pulled the Magnum from his holster and levele
