Mike the Aztec
I asked the men about going out. They said it was too windy, but that we could go out in the morning. "Where are all the mujeres?" The Pepper asked.
"All the women belong to the men here. They're all someone's wife or sister or daughter. Don't mess with the women around here."
"I heard this was a great place to party," said the Pepper.
Mike said, "If you're looking for women you came to the wrong place."
"How about beer?" I asked.
"That we got."
"Where?"
"Let's go. I'll show you." He got into the front of the truck with the Pepper and me and directed us back up the road to the little store. It was still closed. "I'll be right back," he said. He went around the side and climbed in through a high window and came back with a case of Tecate. "I'll pay the lady tomorrow," he said. "Give me like five bucks."
We went to the hotel and got a room. It had two beds and a toilet that didn't seem to flush. "I'll sleep in the truck," I said.
We sat at a little table in front of the room and drank Tecates, while Mike the Aztec babbled about shit. "Up there on the hill, that house, they're movers. Over there's where the sheriff lives. He's a mover, too. We're looking for investors. We're going to build a big resort all along the edge of the bay..." Yada yada yada. While we sat there, a big, brand new SUV with no plates pulled up to the hotel. I guy with a gun in a holster and cowboy hat got out with a couple empty duffel bags and went into one of the rooms. A little while later he came out with full duffel bags and drove away.
"I'm going to look for some post cards," said the Pepper.
Post cards?! I didn't say anything, but I don't know where in hell he thought he was going to get any post cards. Carlos and I sat there and drank our Tecates and didn't really listen to Mike the Aztec who never stopped talking about being in the Marines and doing his time and how his business back in LA didn't work out. Three more times new four-wheel-drive vehicles pulled up to the hotel and guys with guns filled duffel bags and left. Duh. Movers. I was starting to understand.