The Cape or the Shroud 057

This is John Steele reporting on adventure a Friend of mine once said bravery is the lack of fear Well, that was pretty true I thought until I saw lack of fear turn a man into a coward It's a story of adventure in the Bull Ring of Spain. I call this transcribed yarn the Cape or the Shroud

About 30 kilometers north of Madrid in the province of Castile Spain is the ancient town of Segovia small and antiquated in its way. The people are largely farmers growing either grapes for wine or olives for oil. There are plastic crowds except on Saturday afternoons. Then they congregate on the outskirts of town in a small weather

cracked arena of dusty dried brick. The Plaza del Toro's, the place of the bulls. I'd gone up to Segovia from Madrid for the day and was taking my seat in the plaza when I looked up to see a dark-haired girl with a kind of beauty you find only He came closer and sat next to me.

I dragged my eyes away from him and saw that she was with a guy. John Steele! Pedro! Pedro Montoya! I've been a long time! You too long, Carmen! I present John Steele at very old friend!

How do you do, Signio? Signio, I did not have to. Signio, I did not have to. 36, wasn't it? Yeah. 36, last time I saw you. I was wounded, dragged out of the world. Yeah, I lost, I gave you.

But what are you up to now? But what are you up to now? He's in your respect, Montoya, the greatest Torreiro in Spain. Hey, no fooling Pedro. You did it, eh? See, John, I am a Torreiro, the bullfighter.