“Is it common for him to travel all by himself?” I asked

  She snickered. “He’s a brave boy.” Her dark eyes glinted, as she thought about him. “One time Don jumped on me, you know, he was drunk and getting pretty violent. Julian leaped up with his spurred boots and kicked Don right in the butt.”

  I smiled. The whippings I got— I’d have been scared to even think about hopping up between my parents. “So, his names Julian? He sounds brave.”

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  “He’d have never shot that arrow through Don’s leg on purpose. Believe it or not, he loves Don.”

  “What you doing, puto? Sounds like you’re too worried about Julian to follow my orders.”

  I quickly switched directions to Don holding himself up with the wall, anguish all over his face.

  “He has to be on his way, Don. You’re not his only patient.”