Savior: Aztlan Rising
By Dark King 5 Comments
Chapter One
Story begins in a small desert boarder town called, Valley Plaza in the good ole US of A... normally the town is quiet but the arrival of Boarder Patrol and Homeland security has increased the towns population and help its growth in new buildings as well as income. The residents there have had an uneasy civil mutual respect between the white americans and the actual native americans/mexicans tolerating harassment by the those in authority. One man has chosen to move here over 3 yrs ago simply looking to get away from the bigger cities and what he sees is a collapse society his name, Nathanael Castili Quin. Once a military man respected and admired by his peers now only an anonymous drunk in the corner of a bar hiding in the shadows as he drinks his beers more often ignored but there are moments when he is noticed....
The town sheriff walking into the bar to ruffle a few feathers to see what shakes loose heads toward the corner having seen Nathanael in his grey wife beater, watch strap, jeans and boots and tan red skin from hard work in the desert sun..
Sheriff: why em i not surprise to see you here this early?
Nathanael: Sheriff..
Sheriff: so tell me boy, what kinda name is Nathanael? (sarcastically enunciating the ael in a mockingly spanish accent) Nate'El.
your momma not know how to spell, read no english? hahaha.. she mexican or one of them injuns? ahahaha
you lucky i'm a nice guy or i call homeland security have you deported to: Me, he, go.. or do you prefer Guantanamo Bay?
Cigar or Tequila?
Nathanael ignoring the sheriff reaches for his beer takes a swig wipes his mouth and looks at the sheriff as he makes his response.
Nathanael: It's a Hebrew name purposely spelled that way my momma being a good ole Catholic woman wanted it that way.
and yes, she is a Mexican "Injun", damn proud too.
so sheriff you here to arrest me or just rile me up?
if it's the latter you might want to take a seat and pour yourself a drink cause i aint that easy to goat.
Nathanael raises his right arm toward the waitress to signal for another pitcher, the sheriff taking note of Nathanael's wrist, the bottom side showing a small Eagle Globe and Anchor black ink design. Nathanael noticing the sheriff quickly lowers his arm...
Sheriff: you in the military, son?
Nathanael: i was before i came here.
The Waitress bringing the pitcher looks at the Sheriff as she approaches. Nathanael notices her discomfort over the sheriff and anticipates their interaction already reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. The Sheriff smile grows as he notices the Waitress's curves and looks at the tall woman with short blond hair, blue eyes and a tan one can only get around these parts.
Waitress: i'm gonna have to see some I.D. (forced smile).
Nathanael: no, problem. (hands over his I.D. with money).
Keep the change, Darlene.
The waitress smiles and puts down the pitcher as she goes to give back the I.D. before it is intercepted by the sheriff who takes it from her hand.
sheriff: I'll take that, "Darlin" (sheriff smack her on the @$$)
now get. (smiles)
The Waitress angry walks away rubbing her bottom, Nathanael starting to get annoyed at the Sheriff who is staring at his I.D.
Sheriff: this real I.D.?
expected it to be a green card... hahaha!
what kinda last name is Castili or Quin?
shouldnt it be Rodriquez or Lopez, you got some white European in you?
Nah, cant be, at best you got Spanish, Italian .. them barely above you damn illegals.
Nathanael: Dont rightly see how that is any of your business, Sheriff.
I'm sure you can find an answer to all those questions after all you can always use the internet.
unless of course you get sidetracked by the perils of farm animals and pornography.
Sheriff: for some one i can easily throw in the can or deport you sure got some brass.
i like you but dont test me, boy. this is my town you remember that.
i'm the one who lets you and all your lil Mexican Indians relatives work them fields.
After all we still have needs for slaves of course we dont call them that no more, some one has to pick the fruit and vegetables.
how that makes you feel, you and your kind being less than the rest of us?
Nathanael: aint nothin wrong with honest hard work.
one can take pride in building something from nothin with blood, sweat and tears.
Aint no man better than another less they're parasites and don't contribute.
the Sheriff staring at Nathanael pours himself a drink and drinks it down continuing his stare as he finishes the last drop and gets up from his seat proceeding to wipe his mouth as he prepares to leave.
Sheriff: aint that right.
some of us more honest than others.
Nathanael: Sheriff, my I.D.?
Sheriff: heh, almost forgot take it.
you remember i'll be watching you.
you stay out of trouble keep to "yours" and we wont have any problems.
The sheriff exits the saloon style door the waitress having overheard their talk walks over to Nathanael to check up on her regular costumer.
Darlene: you okay, Nate?
Nathanael: yeh, takes more then some overweight racist inbred pig to ruffle my feathers.
Darlene: you coming later tonight, the Bar is having sports night and music, it will be alive lots of people will be here.
Nathanael: not sure, we'll see. i got things i got to do.
Darlene: be a shame if you don't come.(smiles)
was kinda hoping we could get to know one another since i would be getting off early.
Nathanael: you make it hard on a man to say, no.
I'll try to get here as early as i can.
Darlene: that's good, i knew i could count on you.