Bulletproof Vest

Mexico’s Rural 44 is the only road that leads from his ranch to the cantinas of Valparaiso. Unless he decides to spend the night in a bordello, eventually he will be on that road. But there he is, standing at the bar, one foot propped up on the chrome rail, the heel of his cowboy boot wedged against it, his hand wrapped around a beer, the musicos playing a corrido just for him.