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The Mariachi didn't turn. "That's just a legend."

The Mariachi set down his instrument. He reached out and touched the boy's face, feeling the shape of his determination. Erase una Vez en Mexico

The Mariachi's fingers slid not to the strings but to a hidden latch inside the guitar's neck. With a soft click, the neck detached, revealing the pearl-handled revolver. He fired three times. The Mariachi didn't turn

Halfway through the song, the Mariachi stopped. "General," he said quietly. "Do you remember a woman named Carolina Reyes?" The Mariachi's fingers slid not to the strings

Tonight, the Mariachi received a visitor.

The Mariachi was brought in blindfolded, his guitar case chained to his wrist. He felt the cool marble floor, smelled roasted pig and gun oil. When the blindfold dropped, he didn't flinch. He just sat on a stool, crossed his legs, and began to play.