152- Gringo

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They're on a barren island off the west coast of Mexico. Your only companions, a lovely Indian girl and a half-crazed treasure hunter, who have condemned you to die. Listen now as escape brings you E. Jack Newman's gripping tale of a strange adventure.

Gringo! It was afternoon. The dust and the heat and the smell of Selena Cruz were at their best when I walked into the cantina. I ordered Biscochon coffee and settled on to watching the flies and listening to the noises.

I hadn't been like that two minutes before the guy in the dirty white suit, the one who had been standing at the end of the bar, walked over, pulled up a chair. American, huh? Yeah, that's right.

Me too. I guess we're the only ones in town. This is an out of the way place even from Mexico, isn't it? It seems to be. Marshall Rhodes is the name I'm from Minneapolis. Say you bring that schooner in this morning.

I didn't get your name. Jim Kahneman. You don't mind if I sit here with you? All right, what's the pitch? No. How could you see me bring in my schooner? There's no wonder one back on that bar over there.

Yeah, yeah, I guess I have been hitting it up a little bit lately. Happened sometimes when you get stuck in these places, you know? Yeah, sure, I know all about it. You came here to get away from your wife, studied the customs, write a book and to love the ladies.