1918—Zapatistas/Aztec Decree (9/26/14)
(SAMPLE OF BOOK I)
He walked into the bar, took a seat, and ordered a shot of Tequila. He was about 24-years-old, looked sweaty, tired, but in good spirits. Next to him, a dreadful and suspicious stranger stared at his tequila—his head was low and hidden in the shade of his brig sombrero. Apparently, the stranger didn’t care about conversations.
The bartender blew into a glass, wiped it with a cloth and said to the man who had just arrived, “What brings you around here young man?”