Two months ago, when I first met Manny, I couldn’t have imagined feeling sorry about running out of him. He was nothing but food to me then...food I wouldn’t eat, at that.
It wasn’t the taste of him that I hated, since I hadn’t actually tasted him back then. It was just that I hated all his kind.
In fact, I just about shot him on sight the first time I saw him. Just about shot my lover and hired gun, Guapo Vasquez, in the bargain.
Guapo knew how I felt about Rations...and yet, there he was, strolling up the gangway of my spaceship, the Puerco, with one of those tutti-frutti naked little bastards right behind him.
Yet another rule broken by damn Guapo. For someone I let screw me as much as he did, the guy spent an awful lot of time screwing with me.
The pistol was in my hand about
