A/N: Here we are... Blazing the glorious trail that is chapter 2. This one goes out to the BOTB team, because they could use a picker-upper right about now.
I don't own GONE, I wouldn't have done that to the King.
It had been 3 days since Edilio had met the strange bartender Roger, and it had been 3 days since he had been able to take his mind off of him. He had done his best to stay in this town, but what little money he had, he was quickly running out of. He needed to find work fast.
He'd seen a ranch a little ways down from where he was staying a few days ago. He figured it would be as good a place to work as any. There was a man standing outside the gate. He looked Edilio up and down.
"Sorry, amigo," he said. "No hablo Espanol."
"I'm looking for a job."
"Well then, you oughta think about headin' back down to Mexico. We ain't got no jobs for illegal immigrants round here." Suddenly, he felt a prescence behind him.
"This clown givin' you trouble?" The man spit a mouthful of chewing tobacco onto the ground.
"Aw, you let us men alone, Lana. I don't need you pokin' around my ranch. Anyway, there's nothin' going on. I was just tellin' La Tigre here that we ain't got no work here for... His kind." The woman crossed her arms.
"Oh really, Drake?" She said. "No jobs? Because I seem to recall you sayin' you needed yourself a new stable buck." She looked to Edilio. "Can you do that?" He nodded.
"Well then. Give 'im his papers, Merwin." Drake's face hardened.
"I already told you, Lana. I ain't hirin' no damn Mexican."
"I'm not Mexican." Edilio said. "My folks are from Honduras, and I was born in California."
"See? Not a Mexican bone in his body. Now give the man his papers before I have to bring my daddy round to knock some sense into you." Drake grumbled something inaudible before dissapearing into the ranch behind him.
"Thanks. I really owe you one, miss."
"Aw, shucks. You don't owe me nothin'." She held out her hand. "Lana Lazar."
"Edilio Escobar."
Yeeeeeah I wanted to put Lana in this really badly, so... I did.