Por mis pistolas

In the dusty heat of a Sonoran border town, the daily rhythm of trade and tradition is punctuated by the clang of bottles and the scent of herbs. Here the modest apothecary Fidencio Barrenillo tends to weary travelers while dreaming of a forgotten legacy that whispers across the desert. An unexpected discovery—a weather‑worn deed to an abandoned silver mine in Arizona—rekindles a family story of lost fortune and sets his mind on a northward quest that could reshape his future.

The road to the promised mine is anything but smooth. A rigid border guard, eager to enforce the line, delays Fidencio’s departure, turning a simple journey into a test of patience and resolve. Pressing onward, he soon finds himself amid the rugged terrain of the Apache lands, where his presence triggers a precarious encounter with a band of warriors. The threat of a grim fate looms, but the situation pivots when he notices the chief’s prized horse suffering from an aching tooth. By offering his humble medical skill, Fidencio not only spares the animal but also earns the reluctant respect of High Chief Caballo Recostado, whose authority among his people is absolute.

What begins as a life‑or‑death standoff quietly transforms into an unexpected friendship, hinting at the possibility of bridges between two worlds that have long stood apart. The chief’s gratitude opens a channel of communication—smoke signals that echo across the vast expanse—suggesting that the desert’s harshness can be softened by a shared willingness to listen. As Fidencio contemplates the mine that lies beyond the horizon, the story promises a blend of humor, frontier daring, and the subtle power of cross‑cultural camaraderie, all set against the sun‑bleached backdrop of the American Southwest.

Last Updated: December 04, 2025 at 23:17