Filipe caught him up. “One down, two to go.”
“Si, two to go.”
“Don"t worry, I will make sure they do not come back from our next raid.”
“Just remember to keep your berretta where it belongs, comprende? I want their miserable lives to end from an arrow or a spear,” Juan said, stepping down into a muddy swale.
“Too bad Bennie wasn"t on the other end of that spear. That was one hell of a shot!” Filipe said.
“It was.”
“Maybe we should bring the roach who shot it along on our next raid. See if he can do it again,” Filipe said with a hint of sarcasm.
Juan glanced back over his shoulder at his life-long friend as he picked his way along the path. “That is one of the things I like about you, you"re always thinking. So, once we get back, I want you to notify the cargo boat in do Içá to come
