Dawn
The Moreno house is huge, like an English estate. Dark stone walls give the place a dreary and foreboding feel. Along the outer walls stand heavily armed men. They wave us through the gate into a courtyard, our horses" hooves echoing off the cobblestones.
We stop abruptly and the guards drag me and Lee from our saddles. I stumble and fall to my knees. Someone grabs the back of my shirt and lifts me back up. They don"t undo our chains.
The courtyard is busy with soldiers and attendants coming and going. They glare at us as they hurry by. Marco gives orders to the guards and they take the horses to the barn. I spin around when I hear a large metal front door open behind me. Three men in chains walk out carrying buckets of what smells like literal shite.
“They aren"t Mexican,” I whis
