Chapter 45

The turn of events is very uninteresting. The utter silence is broken when the murmuring of all the men begins. They whisper among themselves while I am left wondering how we will decide the end of this story. -

“Well,” I say suddenly, surprising everyone, “Bullseye.”

“Excuse me?” Braulio says to me, confused.

“We will play it with target shooting. With different weapons, whoever scores the fewest points will allow his opponent to assassinate him. It’s objective and fast - doesn’t that sound good to you?”

“On the contrary, my friend,” Braulio replies. That he treats me like a friend bothers me. “I think it’s a great idea. It could only be better if it had been mine. Gentlemen,” he calls everyone’s attention, and they all fall silent to listen to him, “Whoever fails dies. While they prepare everything, we sit down to have a drink. Don Braulio shows off all his politeness, pulling out a fancy whiskey.” You’ve never drunk anything like this, kid,” he boasts. Wha