Originally posted 2016-07-05 13:38:24.
In the little white-painted town of Santa Westminstera, havoc had broken out.
The town was ruled by two gangs of ruthless bandits. But both of these had begun fighting amongst themselves. The rule of the bosses had collapsed and anarchy reigned. Of the fabled heroes, Los Companeros de Mishcon de Reya, there was no sign.
In an adobe house in the main street huddled one of the last remaining families. Little Angelina was cuddling into her grandfather’s chest.
‘Oh papacito, what will become of us?’ she sobbed.
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