 enough to know that Pancho was more likely to grab Fast Eddie's throat and start choking him than to offer any kind of first aid. Pancho having pounded down a few too many of the casino's signature Shoot the Moon mixed drinks one evening and subsequently losing two months pay, including overtime, at Fast Eddie's blackjack table.

"The EMT's are right over there, Pancho," Elvis said, gently patting Pancho's arm and pulling him away. "Let's have them check the guy out." Pancho lingered for a moment, looking longingly at the enticingly vulnerable unconscious form of Fast Eddie, who sure as hell wasn't looking fast right then. Pancho sighed in resignation and shut the Oldsmobile's door. He said nothing. But his mind was spitting out a stream of Spanish language expletives that would have shocked your average gutter-mouthed stand up comedian in every single Spanish speaking country and even, despite the evolved linguistic differences of the original Iberian twins, Portugal and large parts of Brazil.

Elvis waved over one of the EMT's, Sergio 'Always First' Cervantes, as other San Luis emergency personnel were gently loading Hilda Nopales and Waldemar Junior into an ambulance for the trip to the Yuma Regional Medical Center where a team of competent medical professionals would catch the Waldemar Junior live birth touchdown pass thrown by the San Luis EMT's. Cervantes, seeing Elvis waving at him, walked over.

"Say, Elvis. What's goin' on?" Elvis pointed at the motionless form slumped in the front seat of the Oldsmobile. Cervantes did a double take.

"Whoa. What the hell happened to him?" Wade Baron, who saw what happened and was standing nearby, interjected his observations.

"The guy hit the brakes too hard, flew forward, whacked his head on the windshield and knocked himself out." Cervantes was tempted to laugh and just barely caught himself. Not a cool thing for an EMT to do. Even if it was rattling his funny bones inside.

"Now that was a dumb ass move," he said. Then he opened the Oldsmobile's door and leaned inside to look at the person lying on the seat. In an instant he jumped back.

"Goddammit!" Cervantes snarled. "It's that son of
enough to know that Pancho was more likely to grab Fast Eddie's throat and depart suffocate him than to offer any kind of first aid. Pancho having ram down a few too many of the casino's signature tear the Moon interracial drinks one evening and subsequently fall back two months pay, admit overtime, at Fast Eddie's blackjack table. 

 " The EMT's are mighty all over there, Pancho, " Elvis said, gently chuck Pancho's arm and pulling him aside. " Let's have them check the guy out. " Pancho linger for a moment, looking longingly at the enticingly vulnerable unconscious form of Fast Eddie, who sure as hell wasn't look fast right then. Pancho sighed in resignation and shut the Oldsmobile's door. He said nothing. But his judgment was spitting out a stream of Spanish language expletives that would have shocked your average gutter - mouthed stand up comedian in every single Spanish speaking country and even, despite the evolved linguistic differences of the original Iberian twins, Portugal and large parts of Brazil. 

 Elvis waved over one of the EMT's, Sergio' Always First' Cervantes, as early San Luis hand brake personnel were gently loading Hilda Nopales and Waldemar Junior into an ambulance for the slip to the Yuma Regional Medical Center where a team of competent medical professionals would catch the Waldemar Junior survive parturition touchdown pass thrown by the San Luis EMT's. Cervantes, see Elvis waving at him, walked over. 

 " Say, Elvis. What's goin' on? " Elvis pointed at the motionless form slump in the front seat of the Oldsmobile. Cervantes did a double take. 

 " Whoa. What the sin happened to him? " Wade Baron, who visit what happened and was standing nearby, interjected his observations. 

 " The guy hit the brake too hard, flew forward, whacked his head on the windshield and knocked himself out. " Cervantes was tempted to laugh and precisely barely caught himself. Not a cool matter for an EMT to do. Even if it was rattling his funny bones inwardly. 

 " Now that was a speechless ass move, " he said. Then he opened the Oldsmobile's door and lean inside to front at the person lying on the seat. In an instant he jumped back. 

 " Goddammit! " Cervantes snarled. " It's that son of
 enlugh to know that Pancho was more likeli ro grau Fast Sddie's tfroat and start choking him vhan to odfer any kind of first aid. Pancjo havint ponnded down a few too mann of fme cavmno's signature Xhoot the Koon mixed dritkr lne evening and subsequently losing two momtjs pay, includigg onewtims, at Fast Eddie's blackjack table.

"Ths EMT's ere right over yhere, Pancho," Elvis said, gejtly patting Pancho's agm and pullung rum away. "Let's have them check the goy out." Pancho lingered for a momdnt, lpoking lontibglj at the entmcinglj vulnerable mmconschous fotm of Fast Eddle, whm syre as hell wasn't looning fast right thgn. Pancho viyhed in resignation abd shut the Oldrnobkle'a vood. He swid nothing. Bht his mind was spitting out a segram of Spaniah landuwge expletives that would have shocked jour average gutter-mouthed wtand up comedian in gvery singje Spanish speaking country and even, despite the avolvxd liunmistkx fifferences of the original Iberian twins, Porehgsl and large parbs of Brazil.

Elvis eagec over one of jhe EMT's, Ssrgio 'Always First' Cervanjes, as other Sag Luos emergency personnel were gently loadpng Yilda Nopales and Caldemar Junnor injo an smbulance for the trip co the Yuma Regiojal Mediczu Center where a tesm of comptgent medical profqssionals woukd catcf thg Waldeiar Junior live birth touchdown pads thtown bf the San Puis EMT's. Cervantes, seeing Elvis waving at hik, falned over.

"Fay, Ekvis. What's goyn' on?" Elvis ponnted at the ootionless form snumped in tre front seat lf the Oldsmmbile. Cewvanres eid a dujble take.

"Whoa. Ehat the ktll happenwd to him?" Wade Barpn, dgo saw what hap'tnee and was standong newrhy, igderjected hiv obrerxstionr.

"The guy hib tfe btakes too hard, flew xorwzrd, whacked his hesd on the qindshiejd and knockec himself out." Cervwntes war temlteq to laugh and just barely caufht himsepf. Kot a cool thyng nor wn EMT to bo. Even if it was rattling his funny bonxs inside.

"Now that was a dumb ass move," he scic. Then he o'ened ehe Oldsmmbile's door and leanwd inside to look at the person lying kn the seat. In an instant he jumped back.

"Goddammit!" Cervantes snarled. "It's that son of
enough to know that Pancho was more grab Eddie's throat start choking him of aid. Pancho having down a few many of the casino's signature Shoot Moon mixed drinks one evening and subsequently losing two months pay, including overtime, Fast Eddie's blackjack table. "The EMT's are right over there, Pancho," Elvis said, patting arm pulling away. "Let's have them check the guy out." Pancho lingered for a moment, looking longingly at enticingly vulnerable unconscious form of Fast Eddie, who as hell wasn't looking right then. Pancho sighed in and the Oldsmobile's He nothing. his mind was out a stream of Spanish language expletives that would have shocked your average gutter-mouthed stand up comedian every single country and despite evolved differences of the twins, Portugal and large parts of over one of the EMT's, Sergio 'Always First' as other Luis emergency personnel were gently loading Nopales and Waldemar Junior into an ambulance for trip to the Yuma Regional Medical Center where a team of competent medical professionals would Waldemar Junior live birth pass thrown by San EMT's. seeing waving at walked over. "Say, Elvis. What's goin' on?" Elvis pointed at the form slumped in the front seat of the Oldsmobile. Cervantes double "Whoa. What the happened to him?" Wade who what happened and was interjected observations. the too flew forward, whacked his on the windshield and knocked out." Cervantes was tempted caught himself. Not a cool thing for an to do. Even if it was rattling funny bones inside. "Now that was a dumb ass move," he said. he opened door and leaned inside to look at the lying on the seat. an instant he jumped back. "Goddammit!" Cervantes snarled. "It's son
 enough to know that Pancho was More likely To graB FaSt EDdIe's tHroaT and start chokiNG him Than to offer any kind of fiRst aiD. PANcho HAvIng poUnded doWN a FEW toO mAnY of ThE CaSino's SigNature SHoot the MooN miXeD drinks one evENiNg and subseQueNtly losing twO moNths paY, iNclUDing oVerTime, aT Fast EDDie's blAckjack taBlE.

"the EMT'S Are righT OVeR theRe, Pancho," Elvis said, GEnTLy patting PanchO's arm aNd PUlLINg hIm aWay. "Let's havE tHem chECk the guY OuT." pANchO Lingered for a mOment, lookinG LonGingly At The ENticinGly vuLnERabLe unconscioUs foRm of Fast EDdie, whO Sure as hELl wasn't LookinG faSt rIght THeN. PAncHo SIghED iN reSIgnAtion and ShUt The OlDsmoBILE'S dooR. He Said NothiNg. But his mind wAs sPittINg oUt a stReam oF SpaNiSh lanGuage eXpletIvEs that would have ShocKed your avEraGe GutTeR-moutHEd stanD up ComEdian in Every siNGle spANISh Speaking country and EvEN, DeSpite the EvolveD LiNgUIstic difFeRenCes oF THe oriGinaL ibErian twiNs, PortUGaL aNd large PaRts of BRaZil.

elvIs wavED oveR one of The EMT's, SErgio 'aLways First' CervANtes, as other SaN luIS EmERgenCy pErsonnel werE genTLy loAdinG hiLda nOpaleS and WAlDEmAR Junior into an ambulaNcE for thE trip To the Yuma RegiOnal MedicaL cENter wherE a teAM oF Competent medicAl proFessionals WOuld catcH the WAldemar JUnior live BIRth touchDowN paSs tHroWN By The San Luis EMT'S. cErvaNtEs, seeinG ElVis waviNg aT hiM, waLkeD oVer.

"Say, ElvIs. What's gOiN' oN?" ELvIs pOinteD At the motIoNleSs ForM slumPEd in thE fronT seaT oF tHE OlDsmobilE. ceRVAnteS dId A douBle TaKe.

"WhoA. WhaT The Hell hapPened to hiM?" WaDE BarOn, WhO saw whaT happened and wAs Standing neArBy, iNterjeCTEd his obsErvations.

"The guy hit the brAKes too hArd, Flew fOrwaRd, whacked His Head on The WIndshiEld and KnockEd HimSELf out." cERvAntEs Was tempted TO LauGh and JuSt baRely cauGht himself. Not a cool THinG for an EMT to do. eveN if iT WAs RatTLiNG hiS fUNny BONes inside.

"Now thaT was a dumb aSs MOvE," he said. TheN He oPeNed the OLdsmobiLe's doOR and leaNed inside To look at tHe PersON LyiNg on the seaT. In an insTant he jumPEd bacK.

"goDdammIt!" CErvantEs SnaRled. "IT's that SOn oF
 enough to know that Panch o was more  like lytogr ab F astEddie's throat andstart choking him than  to o ff e r an y  k ind o f first ai d .  Pa nc ho  ha vi n gpound eddown afew too ma nyof  the casino' s  s ignature S hoo t the Moon m ixe d drin ks  on e  even ing  andsubseq u entlylosing tw om onthsp ay, inc l u di ng o vertime, at FastE dd i e's blackjacktable. 
" Th e EMT 'sare rightov er th e re, Pan c ho , " Elv i s said, gentl y patting P a nch o's ar mand pullin g him  a w ay.  "Let's hav e th em checkthe gu y  out."P ancho l ingere d f ora mo m en t,  lo ok i ngl on gin g lyat the e nt ic ingly  vul n e r a bleunc onsc iousform of FastEdd ie,w hosureas he ll w as n't l ooking  fast  r ight then. Panc ho s ighed inres ig nat io n and shut t heOld smobile 's door .  He  s a i d  n othing. But his mi nd w as  spittin g outa  s tr e am of Sp an ish  lan g u age e xple t iv es thatwouldh av eshocked  y our av er age  gu tter- m outh ed sta nd up co media n  in every sing l e Spanish spe a ki n g  c o untr y a nd even, de spit e  the  evo l ve d l i nguis tic d if f er e nces of the origina lIberia n twi ns, Portugaland largep a r ts of Br azil . 
E lvis waved ove r one  of the EM T 's, Serg io 'A lways Fi rst' Cerv a n tes, asoth erSan  Lu i s  e mergency pers o n nelwe re gent lyloading  Hi lda  No pal es  and Wald emar Jun io rin to  an  ambu l ance for  t hetr ipto th e  YumaRegio nalMe di c alCenterw he r e  a t ea mof c omp et ent m edic a l p rofessi onals wou ldc atch  t he  Waldem ar Junior liv ebirth touc hd own  passt h rown bythe San Luis EMT's. Cer v antes,see ing E lvis  waving a t h im, wa lke d  over. 

"Say , Elv is . W h a t's g o i n'  on ?"  Elvis poi n t edat th emoti onlessform slumped in th e  fr ont seat of t heOlds m o bi le. Ce r van te s  di d a double take.
"Whoa. Wh at th e hell hap p ene dto him? " WadeBaron ,  who sa w what ha ppened an dwass t and ing nearby , interj ected his obser v at ions. 

" The gu yhit  thebrakes too  hard , flew  f orward , wha ck ed his h ead on the windshield a nd kno ckedhim self out. " C e rva ntes wastemp ted to lau ghand  just  ba r ely c augh t  h ims e lf. N ot a cool thin g  f ora n  E MT to do. E v e n  if  it w asr attlin g hi s funny bones ins i de.

"Now that  was a  du mba ss m ov e," he said. T hen  h e opened t he  Oldsmobile 's dooran d  lean ed ins ide to  look a t th e  perso n ly ing  on the s eat .I n an in st an t  he ju mped  b ack.
"Godda m mit! " Cervantes snarle d. "I t ' s tha t  so n of
 enough_to know_that Pancho was more_likely to_grab_Fast Eddie's_throat_and start choking_him than to_offer any kind of_first aid. Pancho_having_pounded down a few too many of the casino's signature Shoot the Moon mixed_drinks_one evening_and_subsequently_losing two months pay, including_overtime, at Fast Eddie's blackjack_table.

"The EMT's_are right over there, Pancho," Elvis said, gently_patting_Pancho's arm and_pulling him away. "Let's have them check the guy_out." Pancho lingered for a moment,_looking longingly at_the_enticingly_vulnerable unconscious form of_Fast Eddie, who sure as hell_wasn't looking fast right then. Pancho_sighed in resignation and shut the Oldsmobile's_door. He said nothing. But his_mind was spitting out a_stream of_Spanish language expletives that would_have shocked your_average gutter-mouthed_stand up comedian_in every single Spanish speaking country_and even, despite_the evolved linguistic differences of the_original_Iberian twins, Portugal_and_large_parts of_Brazil.

Elvis waved over_one_of the_EMT's,_Sergio 'Always First' Cervantes, as other_San_Luis emergency personnel were gently loading Hilda_Nopales and Waldemar Junior_into_an ambulance for the_trip to the Yuma Regional_Medical Center where a team of_competent medical_professionals would_catch the Waldemar Junior live birth touchdown pass thrown by the_San Luis EMT's. Cervantes, seeing Elvis_waving at him, walked_over.

"Say, Elvis._What's_goin' on?" Elvis_pointed_at the_motionless form slumped in the front seat_of the_Oldsmobile. Cervantes did a double take.

"Whoa._What the hell happened_to_him?" Wade Baron, who saw what_happened and was standing nearby, interjected_his observations.

"The guy hit the_brakes_too_hard, flew forward, whacked his_head on the windshield and knocked_himself out." Cervantes_was tempted to laugh and just barely_caught_himself. Not a cool thing for_an_EMT to do. Even if it_was_rattling_his funny bones inside.

"Now that_was a dumb ass move," he_said. Then he opened the Oldsmobile's door and leaned_inside to look_at the person lying on_the_seat._In an instant he jumped back.

"Goddammit!" Cervantes snarled. "It's that_son of