I was minding my business, working hard in the village town as usual, "this place bitchin'" I thought to myself, the sun beating down on me. I had the usual chores: Raking the hay... sticking a knife up the chickens' ass- I-I mean attending to the chickens to pluck them... all is well until....

deep raspy voice Him....

Some outsider-- enters our quiet village and starts shootin' the place up-- you know, guns blazin' a hoe. I could only think of one thing to say as I prayed for me and dear Isabel's lives.

"UN FORASTERO! ¡cogedlo! Get that bastard!"