by Susan J.

I’d heard stories of a man who wanders from town to town carrying a guitar case - but he didn’t have a guitar in the case, it was said that he carried guns and ammunition in it. Every time I heard the people tell their stories of this mysterious guitar-case, gun-toting man all I would say after they finished their stories is "Yeah Right". At times you never knew whether or not to believe the stories that were being told.

One day when I was in town loading my truck up with supplies, I stumbled upon a shooting war in the streets. I took cover in the nearest alley doorway until the shooting stopped. Just as I was about to step out of the doorway something fell before me. I looked down and it was a man dressed in dark clothing. He was struggling to get up. I grabbed his arm and helped him to his feet. He raised his head and looked at me. I saw That he’d been shot.

"Oh geezs you're hurt," I said.

"I’ll be fine," he whispered.

"Not if I leave you here. Come on."

I took him to my truck and helped him inside. I got behind the steering wheel and we the left town behind in a cloud of dust. We sped down the road until we reached my house. I parked the truck in front of the house. I got out of the truck and went over and opened the door to the house. I came back and helped him out of the truck.

"Come on Senor, let’s get you inside."

I put his left arm around my neck and I put my right arm around his waist. We started to walk towards the house. As we walked his legs buckled and he started to fall.

"Oh shit! Come on Senor don’t collapse on me now!"

We made it into the house and I kicked the door shut with my foot. My back felt like it was about to break. We made it to the couch where he lay down. As he lay there I saw that he had been shot twice, once in the upper chest and the other in his right thigh. While he rested and bled I gathered all the supplies that I would need to remove the bullets and patch him up. I set everything up around the kitchen table. I went back over to him.

"Come on Senor, I need to remove the bullets."

I helped him up and we walked over to the table. I helped him up onto the table where he laid on his back. I looked at him wondering what to do about asking him to take off his pants. He saw me looking at him.

Que?" he said.

"Well, I have to take care of that leg. It’s either I cut through the material or you take them off."

He rolled off the table and stood up. He unbuckled his pants and took them off and then he took off his jacket and shirt. He laid back on the table and I went to work. He cussed and moaned with pain as I dug out the bullets. As I patched him up I saw the other scars he had, some from bullets and others from knives. When I finished I cleaned up while he rested.

"Can you make it to the bedroom? This way you can rest easier." I said.

"Yes I think so." he said.

I once again helped him up and we walked into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and I arranged the pillows. He lay down.

"If you need anything just call. I’ll be in the next room," I said.

"All right. What is your name?"

"They call me India. Now get some rest."

He was fast asleep by the time I left the room. I lay down on the couch and took a little nap. I woke up about an hour later. I checked on my guest who was still asleep. I went outside to get the supplies from my truck all the while hoping that nothing had spoiled. I put everything away and started making some soup for the both of us. Before I finished cooking, I looked up to find him standing there watching me.

"What are you doing up?!" I said.

I helped him to a chair at the table.

"I came to see what you were doing," he said.

"You should be resting."

"I’m fine. These wounds are not that bad. I’ve had worse."

"I know. I saw the scars."

I poured some soup into a bowl. I took a spoon from the drawer and set it before him.

"Now eat. You must be hungry."

"Yes I am."

He ate.

"What happened in town today?" I asked.

"Someone tried to rob me……..where is my guitar case?"

"Calm down. It’s over by the couch."

It then hit me who who he was, but contrary to what I’d heard, he seemed harmless enough.

"Why do they call you India?" he asked.

"Cause they say I look like an Indian."

"Is that your real name?"

"No, it’s just a nickname."

"What is your real name?"

"Ah, that’s for me to know. What’s your name?" I asked.

"Ah, that’s for me to know."

We laughed.

A few days went by and he started to get stronger. On this day I was outside when a truck came roaring up to the house. It was one of the townspeople. He got out of his truck and came over to me.

"Hello India!"

"Que tal Javier. What brings you out here?" I asked.

"I came to ask you something," he said.

"What?"

"Is it true that you brought that hoodlum to your house?"

"What hoodlum?"

"That guy with the guitar case. He’s dangerous you know."

"Don’t worry about me Javier. I helped patch him up and he left."

"Are you sure he's gone?" he said looking at the house.

"Are you questioning me, vato?!"

"No, no India! I would never do that."

"Well then, I appreciate your concern but you know that I can take care of myself. Now I’m sure you have better things to do than watch over me."

He smiled.

"I guess I do. I’ll talk to you later."

"All right Javier. Drive carefully."

"I will."

He got into his truck and left. I walked back into the house and slammed the door behind me.

"Cabron guey!!" I yelled.

My mariachi friend came out of the bedroom with a gun in his hand. I looked at him.

"For goodness sake, put that thing away!"

"What happened?" he asked as he put the gun away.

"I’m sick and tired of that bastard being so damned nosy!"

He walked over to me and gently put his hand on my shoulder.

"Calma te. Maybe he was just concerned."

"Concerned my ass! He’s a nosy son of a bitch who’s always sticking his nose in my business! I wish that he would mind his own …"

Before I knew it he kissed me long and deep. I pulled back a little.

"What did you do that for?" I asked.

"To calm you down. Did it work?"

"I think I need more calming down."

He smiled. He kissed me again more passionately. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. I felt his hand on my hip and then on my behind. I ran my hand down his chest and then I went under his shirt. He pulled me closer to him, so close that I could feel his arousal through his pants. He led me to the bedroom but as we walked I felt like I was walking on a cloud. He took off his shirt and I ran my hands over his chest. I kissed his chest and licked each nipple, he tossed his head back and closed his eyes. I undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down and he stepped out of them.

I couldn’t help but think that this man standing before me could be some kind of killer, but I didn’t care, instead he looked like Adonis. He undressed me and took the ribbon that tied my hair off. He ran his fingers through my hair and then watched it fall around my shoulders. He kissed my forehead and then the tip of my nose and then my mouth. Our tongues entwined with each other. His hands stroked my body so softly that it made me want more. My hand was caressing his perfectly formed behind. He gently laid me on the bed. He kissed my neck and dragged his tongue down the length of my neck until he reached my breasts where he lingered for awhile.

He was driving me crazy as he kissed and licked each nipple. He positioned himself on top of me, he gently parted my legs with his knee.

"Oh India I want you." he said.

"Then take me."

He started to enter me slowly at first, then gradually he started to get faster.

"Play me hard like you would your guitar." I said.

He began to move faster and harder with every movement I began to moan. He rolled onto his back putting me on top. He put his hands on my hips and I began to grind myself on him. As I slowly moved my hips he started to moan. As I moved faster his moans became louder, We were both about to lose control, he moved his hip forward to enter into me further, then he rolled me onto my back and he was now on top again. This time entering me faster and faster and harder and harder. We both climaxed together with such an explosion that it would have made the most beautiful sunrise seem plain. We were in each others arms the rest of the night.

It was about five in the morning when I got up. I wrapped a blanket around me, I looked back at him saw sleeping so peacefully. I went to the window to watch the sunrise. He woke up and came over to me, he wrapped himself in my blanket as well. He hugged me tightly.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I’ve seen hundreds of sunrises but this one is by far the most beautiful."

"It’s not as beautiful as what I hold in my arms right now."

I turned around and looked at him. He kissed me. I felt that I had known this man all my life.

"Well what are the plans for today?" I asked.

"I know what I’d like to do." he said.

"What?"

He whispered in my ear and then I looked at him.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Very sure."

"That’s okay with me."

We smiled at each other as we turned away from the window and went back to bed.

 

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