Two weeks before, on my first day in the Cambio with Guapo, Frogface, and Manny, I couldn’t imagine that the time would come when I would taste a Ration. I honestly thought I’d let myself die first.
Our quarry seemed to feel the same way. His first target, when he came after us, was not the Ration.
It happened that first night, after we’d made camp. Thanks to the marker beacons planted long ago by explorers of the Cambio, we’d found a bolsillo sólido--a solid pocket, a rare area of limited geologic change...compared to the rest of the Cambio, anyway.
We were sitting around the campfire in the bolsillo, winding down. As usual, Frogface was nibbling on a hunk of Manny, and Guapo was trying to get a taste of me.
If I’d just given Guapo a little love instead of pushing him away, he mig
