The problem of racism in America has always been and is. And even now, when women are establishing their positions and demanding rights, people of Asian appearance are calmly walking around Saint Denis, and those people who express their "opinion" on the streets, shouting about the purity of the nation, blue blood and blah blah, in fact, no one listens to them for a long time, but on the contrary, they are condemned and ignored.

However, even despite the fact that people move forward with time and change their worldview about other nations and races, somewhere in the backwaters of the continent, there are still morons who consider themselves "real people". What cretins.

This is exactly the thought that flashed through your head when you caught a noticeable smirk on the face of a man offering you and Javier a simple job for a good salary.

"You just need to intercept a herd of those cows that are being led to be sold and bring them here. Anyone with a couple of brains can do it. Even a Mexican." - Your gaze fell on Javier's face, noting the involuntary displeasure on his face.

"Very flattering to hear that," the man replied sarcastically, before nodding at the proposed job, - "We will do it."

Escuella extended a handshake to the man, who shrugged and, with an arrogant face, simply turned away to continue doing his business. Rude. Your partner was simply seething with indignation when he removed his hand. And you almost had to force Javier to turn towards your two horses, just so he would not reach for the revolver on his belt.