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table. She wore a low-cut peasant blouse that showed off a lot of her smooth, dark skin, including full, bountiful breasts.
    “Buenos días, señor,” she said to him. “How can I help you?”
    “With breakfast,” he said.
    “What would you like?”
    “Whatever you recommend,” he said. “I’m hungry and would like a full Mexican breakfast.”
    “Ah, señor,” she said with a beautiful smile, “that is my specialty.”
    “I’m staying at the hotel down the street and your brother, Julio, told me to tell you he sent me.”
    “You tell my brother I am happy he sent you, but he still has to pay for his food. I will be right back, señor.”
    “I’ll be here.”
    She returned with a pot of coffee and a heavy mug and poured it full for him. He tasted it and found out why the mug was so heavy and thick. Anything flimsier would have been eaten through by the coffee. It was black and strong and he loved it.
    When she returned about ten minutes later, she had plates up her arms.
    “Huevos rancheros,” she said, putting one down, “breakfast burritos, and here are my famous jalapeño corn cakes.”
    “Thank you. It all looks great.”
    The huevos rancheros included tortillas and salsa.
    He had a mouthful of huevos rancheros when the couple at the next table stood up. The man turned to face him.
    “Did I not tell you, señor?”
    “You did,” Clint said. “It’s great.”
    They nodded to him again and smiled, both revealing gaps where teeth used to be.
    He continued to work on his breakfast and found every part of it delicious. The jalapeño corn cakes were a little hot for his taste, but still good, and he asked Josephina for another pot of her coffee.
    “You have a cast-iron stomach,” she said in only slightly accented English. “No one ever asks for another pot of my coffee.”
    “It’s perfect,” he said.
    She brought him his second pot, and by the time he was finished, he was the only diner left in the place. Josephina came over to talk with him.
    “When did you arrive in town?” she asked.
    “Just yesterday,” he said.
    “I knew I had not seen you in here before.”
    “Maybe not before,” he said, “but you’ll be seeing me again, that’s for sure.”
    “I am always happy to see a man who enjoys his food,” she said. “But why are you staying in that terrible hotel my brother works in?”
    “I was just looking for a place to lay low for a while.”
    “Ah, you are here because the gringo law is after you, eh?”
    “No,” he said, “I just wanted to go someplace where I might not be recognized.”
    She sat down opposite him, put her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. The movement squeezed her breasts together so that they threatened to spill out of her blouse. He wasn’t complaining. In fact, he saw a small brown semicircle of nipple aureole peeking out.
    “Are you a famous man north of the border, señor?” she asked.
    “Well, I guess that depends on what you mean by famous.”
    She waggled a finger at him.
    “You are playing games,” she said. “You do not want to tell me your name.”
    “My name is Clint.”
    “Just Clint?”
    “Adams,” he said, “Clint Adams.”
    She sat back, took a deep breath that swelled her breasts, and stared at him.
    “Dios mío,” she said. “El Armero?”
    He’d heard the word translated in Spanish before, on previous visits to Mexico.
    “Yes.”
    “My brother did not tell me he had such a famous gringo staying in the hotel.”
    “Well, I’m glad of that,” he said. “I’d like you to keep the information to yourself.”
    “You do not want me to tell anyone ?”
    “No one,” he said. “I’m just trying to relax for a while. If word gets out that I’m here, I’ll have to leave and go somewhere else, and then you’ll lose a good customer.”
    “Ah, then we will make a deal, eh?”
    “What kind of deal?”
    “I will not tell anyone that you are here,” she said, “and in return, you must eat all of your meals