elita towards the jaguar and took off beating feet the hell out of there, setting what still stands as a local speed record for descending from the mountainside to the village.

You can bet Rigoberto wasn't about to tell anyone what had really happened up on the mountainside when Carmelita 'No Hips' Benevides had a way too close encounter with a jaguar. Poor girl, there was nothing he could do to save her. He barely escaped with his own life. Just before he got to the village Rigoberto stepped off the trail and intentionally walked into the thorn filled lower branches of a big honey mesquite tree. There was enough blood and scratches on his body when he walked into the village to make his story ring true.

But Sister Fate, contrarian that she is, has a way of dropping a sledge hammer on the unsuspecting. And so it was with Rigoberto. Up to this point everything was cool in his world. But there would soon be a problem. A problem that would explode in Rigoberto's mountain valley ejido world with all the emotional, psychological and physical fallout of that unknown Protestant prankster's stink bomb under the pulpit of the recently built Our Lady of the Cloudy Mountains Catholic Church.

Carmelita escaped the jaguar.

A bloody Carmelita 'No Hips' Benevides came staggering into the ejido with eyes hot with rage and a finger--ending in a very sharp pointed nail that had managed to temporarily blind the tigre and allow her escape--pointing directly at none other than Rigoberto 'El Rapido' Arzola. Which was when he earned his nickname of 'El Rapido' when he blitzed out of town just ahead of the ejido's extemporaneous version of a lynch mob. He eventually found a new home in Fico and Alberto's smuggling world where he never told a single soul, not even when hitting the cervezas hard at the local cantina, about the details of his leaving home. For Rigoberto the old adage about not being able to go home again was more than a tepid old bromide. The ejido folk had long memories. And short fuses. Plus his sister Gretalinda, who was the ejido librarian, with whom he had stayed in secret contact, wrote him that one of the local hotheads asked if
elita towards the jaguar and took off beating feet the hell out of there, sic what however stands as a local speed record for derive from the mountainside to the village. 

 You can bet Rigoberto wasn't about to distinguish anyone what had very happened up on the mountainside when Carmelita' No Hips' Benevides have a way too cheeseparing encounter with a jaguar. Poor girlfriend, there was nothing he could do to save her. He barely escaped with his own animation. Just before he got to the village Rigoberto mistreat off the trail and intentionally walked into the thorn filled low branches of a big honey mesquite tree. There was enough rake and scratches on his body when he walked into the village to make his story ring true. 

 But Sister Fate, contrarian that she is, has a way of dropping a sledge hammer on the unsuspecting. And so it was with Rigoberto. Up to this point everything was cool in his world. But there would soon be a problem. A problem that would detonate in Rigoberto's batch valley ejido world with all the emotional, psychological and physical side effect of that strange Protestant prankster's stink bomb under the pulpit of the recently built Our Lady of the Cloudy Mountains Catholic Church. 

 Carmelita escaped the jaguar. 

 A bloody Carmelita' No Hips' Benevides came astonishing into the ejido with eyes hot with rage and a finger -- ending in a very sharp pointed nail that had managed to temporarily blind the tigre and allow her escape -- pointing directly at none other than Rigoberto' El Rapido' Arzola. Which was when he earned his nickname of' El Rapido' when he blitz out of town merely ahead of the ejido's extemporaneous version of a lynch mob. He eventually found a newfangled home in Fico and Alberto's smuggling world where he never told a individual soul, not even when hitting the cervezas hard at the local cantina, about the details of his leave home. For Rigoberto the honest-to-god adage about not being able to go home again was more than a tepid erstwhile bromide. The ejido tribe had retentive memories. And brusque fuses. Plus his sister Gretalinda, who was the ejido librarian, with whom he had stayed in secret contact, write him that one of the local hotheads asked if
eliha towards the jaguar ana took off beatnbg feev the hsll out uf there, setting what still dtqnds qs a local speed recora for desbending feom uhe mountainside vk the vljlags.

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Carmepita escaldd the jaguar.

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elita towards the jaguar and tOok off beatIng feEt tHe hElL out Of thEre, setting what STill Stands as a local speed recOrd foR dEScenDInG from The mounTAiNSIde To ThE viLlAGe.

you caN beT RigobeRto wasn't abOut To Tell anyone whAT hAd really haPpeNed up on the moUntAinsidE wHen cArmelIta 'no HipS' BenevIDes had A way too clOsE EncounTEr with a JAGuAr. PoOr girl, there was notHInG He could do to savE her. He BaRElY EScaPed With his own LiFe. JusT Before hE GoT TO The VIllage RigoberTo stepped ofF The Trail aNd IntENtionaLly waLkED inTo the thorn fIlleD lower braNches oF A big honEY mesquiTe tree. theRe wAs enOUgH bLooD aND scRAtCheS On hIs body whEn He WalkeD intO THE VillAge To maKe his Story ring true.

but sistER FaTe, conTrariAn thAt She is, Has a waY of drOpPing a sledge hammEr on The unsuspEctInG. AnD sO it waS With RiGobErtO. Up to thIs point EVerYtHING wAs cool in his world. BuT tHERe Would sooN be a prOBlEm. a Problem tHaT woUld eXPLode iN RigOBeRto's mounTain vaLLeY eJido worLd With alL tHe eMotIonal, PSychOlogicAl and phySical FAllout of that unKNown ProtestanT PrANKsTEr's sTinK bomb under tHe puLPit oF the REcEntLY builT Our LAdY Of THe Cloudy Mountains CaThOlic ChUrch.

CArmelita escapEd the jaguaR.

a BLoody CarMeliTA 'NO hips' Benevides cAme stAggering inTO the ejidO with Eyes hot wIth rage anD A Finger--enDinG in A veRy sHARp Pointed nail thAT Had mAnAged to tEmpOrarily BliNd tHe tIgrE aNd allow heR escape--pOiNtInG dIreCtly aT None otheR tHan riGobErto 'EL rapido' arzolA. WhiCh WaS WheN he earnED hIS NickNaMe Of 'El rapIdO' when He blITzeD out of tOwn just ahEad OF the EjIdO's extemPoraneous versIoN of a lynch mOb. he eVentuaLLY found a nEw home in Fico and Alberto's SMugglinG woRld whEre hE never tolD a sIngle sOul, NOt even When hiTting ThE ceRVEzas hARD aT thE lOcal cantinA, ABouT the dEtAils Of his leAving home. For RigobeRTo tHe old adage aboUt nOt beING aBle TO gO HomE aGAin WAS more than a tepid Old bromide. thE EjIdo folk had LOng MeMories. ANd short Fuses. pLus his sIster GretAlinda, who WaS the EJIdo Librarian, wIth whom hE had stayeD In secREt ContaCt, wRote hiM tHat One of The locAL hoTheadS asked If
elita towards the jaguar a nd took of f bea tin g f ee t th e he ll out of ther e , se tting what still stand s asal ocal sp eed r ecord f o rd e sce nd in g f ro m  t he mo unt ainside  to the vi lla ge .

You can b e tRigobertowas n't about to  te ll any on e w h at ha d r eally  happe n ed upon the mo un t ainsid e  when C a r me lita  'No Hips' Benevi d es had a way toocloseen c ou n t erwit h a jaguar .Poorg irl, th e re w a s n o thing he coul d do to sav e  he r. Heba rel y  escap ed wi th his  own life.Just  before h e gott o the v i llage R igober toste pped of fthe  t r ail an d i n ten tionally  w al ked i ntot h e thor n f ille d low er branches o f a  big hon ey me squit e tr ee . The re was  enou gh  blood and scra tche s on hisbod ywhe nhe wa l ked in tothe  villag e to ma k e h is s t or y ring true.

ButSi s t er  Fate, c ontrar i an  t h at she i s,  ha s aw a y ofdrop p in g a sled ge ham m er  o n the u ns uspect in g.And  so i t  was  withRigobert o. Up to this pointe verything was co o l  i n  his  wo rld. But th erew ould  soo n  b e a probl em. A  p r ob l em that would explo de  in Ri gober to's mountain  valley ej i d o  world w itha ll the emotional,  psyc hologicala nd physi cal f allout o f that un k n own Prot est ant  pr ank s t er 's stink bomb u nder  t he pulp itof therec ent lybui lt  Our Lady  of theCl ou dy  M oun tains Catholic  C hur ch .
Carme l ita es caped  the  j ag u ar. 

A blo o dy C arme li ta  'No  Hi ps ' Ben evid e s c ame sta ggering i nto theej id o witheyes hot with  r age and afi nge r--end i n g in a v ery sharp pointed nailt hat had  ma naged  totemporari lyblindthe tigreand al low h er  es c a pe--p o i nt ing  d irectly at n one  othe rthan  Rigobe rto 'El Rapido' Ar z ola . Which was w hen  hee a rn edh is nic kn a meo f  'El Rapido' wh en he blit ze d  o ut of town jus tahead o f the e jido' s  extemp oraneousversion o fa ly n c h m ob. He eve ntuallyfound a n e w hom e  i n Fic o a nd Alb er to' s smu ggling wor ld wh ere he  n ever t old a  s ingle so ul, not even when hitti ng the  cerv eza s hard at  th e  lo cal canti na,about thedet ail s ofhis leavi ng h o me . F o r Rig ober t o the old ad age a bo ut not bein g a ble  to g o h o me aga in w as more than a te p id old bromide . Th e eji dof olkha d long memorie s.An d short fu se s. Plus his  sisterGr e talin da, wh o wasthe eji d o  l i braria n, w ith  whom hehad  s t ayed in  s ec r et con tact ,wrotehim th a t on e of the local hot heads a skedi f
elita towards_the jaguar_and took off beating_feet the_hell_out of_there,_setting what still_stands as a_local speed record for_descending from the_mountainside_to the village.

You can bet Rigoberto wasn't about to tell anyone what had really_happened_up on_the_mountainside_when Carmelita 'No Hips' Benevides_had a way too close_encounter with_a jaguar. Poor girl, there was nothing he_could_do to save_her. He barely escaped with his own life. Just_before he got to the village_Rigoberto stepped off_the_trail_and intentionally walked into_the thorn filled lower branches of_a big honey mesquite tree. There_was enough blood and scratches on his_body when he walked into the_village to make his story_ring true.

But_Sister Fate, contrarian that she_is, has a_way of_dropping a sledge_hammer on the unsuspecting. And so_it was with_Rigoberto. Up to this point everything_was_cool in his_world._But_there would_soon be a_problem._A problem_that_would explode in Rigoberto's mountain valley_ejido_world with all the emotional, psychological and_physical fallout of that_unknown_Protestant prankster's stink bomb_under the pulpit of the_recently built Our Lady of the_Cloudy Mountains_Catholic Church.

Carmelita_escaped the jaguar.

A bloody Carmelita 'No Hips' Benevides came staggering into_the ejido with eyes hot with_rage and a finger--ending_in a_very_sharp pointed nail_that_had managed_to temporarily blind the tigre and allow_her escape--pointing_directly at none other than Rigoberto_'El Rapido' Arzola. Which_was_when he earned his nickname of_'El Rapido' when he blitzed out_of town just ahead of_the_ejido's_extemporaneous version of a lynch_mob. He eventually found a new_home in Fico_and Alberto's smuggling world where he never_told_a single soul, not even when_hitting_the cervezas hard at the local_cantina,_about_the details of his leaving_home. For Rigoberto the old adage_about not being able to go home again was_more than a_tepid old bromide. The ejido_folk_had_long memories. And short fuses. Plus his sister Gretalinda, who_was the_ejido librarian, with_whom he had stayed in secret contact, wrote him that_one of the local hotheads asked if