Pietro and Valencia, part fifteen

Pietro and Valencia drove slowly over the rough ground, hoping they were heading in the right direction.
Tampico, their destination, was somewhere out beyond their sight. Both were silent. Suddenly Valencia screamed and pointed up towards the heaven, "look Pietro, see the star, like the star that guided Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem!". Valencia's eyes were watery, the pupils big and black, her face full of pure faith.
Pietro looked at her with wonder. She was so beautiful. As much as he loved her, Pietro was very afraid he did not deserve this sweet lovely girl.
Valencia poked Pietro gently with her elbow, "hey, you are not looking! Look, look at the star! Pietro, it surely will guide us to Tampico!"
Pietro looked upward and saw a star so bright he was almost convinced that Valencia's belief seemed possible. He knew it could not be, but he would not tell Valencia, she was so sure.
"Of course, my love, God is showing us the way." Pietro tried to make his words as passionate as his beloved, but she heard the doubt.
"Pietro, please you must believe, I have lived in God's arms all of my life, I know this is his hand at work, I know it. We must get going, now, while it is dark and we can follow the
light."
Pietro nodded. He held Valencia tightly in his arms, his lips kissing the tender spot just
behind her ear. He heard her groan and felt her body relaxing into his. "yes, my love, it is
as you say. Forgive me for my stupid ways, I was not raised in the church like you, I will
trust in you as you trust in the Lord and we will both find the way."
Valencia turned her head so their lips met. It was a brief kiss, but there was deep passion behind it.
Within minutes they were following the light. Pietro still had doubts, but after a little
while, he began to believe that the star was indeed guiding them....somewhere.
They rode in silence. Two young hearts full of possibilities.

The Coyote would have laughed grimly if he had known what the two runaways were thinking, but
at the moment he was himself praying......and cursing...as his belly and bowels roared in
pain.
He couldn't have anything left in his body. Never had he puked so much. Never had his bowels run so violently, exploding without notice, the foul smelling excrement flowing down his legs
when he tried to stand. His clothes had been shed long before, when the horror had first
begun.
He thought of the men back in town. The ones that had caused this. He wanted to kill them all.
"Fuck with me will you? Your life is over, I will make you eat your own shit before I am through with you!".
The Coyote ranted in between dry heaves, naming the men in the little town one by one. "filthy scum! You and you stupid families will all pay!". Small smile made his face even uglier.
Maybe he would burn the whole town. They had it coming, scum sucking bastards!
His body folded over, cramps and spasms of unbelievable pain racking his fat body. Hours later, when the cramps at last stopped, the Coyote rolled over, his body covered with the sticky, stinking diarrhea and vomitus. He didn't even know that he had rolled around until his head lay in the offal.
The people of the town would have been celebrating, at least until El Diablo returned to seek
his vengeance.
The episode had lasted several hours. The sleep, or whatever it was, would delay him hours more. The weakness that followed made even him think briefly about turning back.
He wanted to kill the ones who caused his pain.
He also wanted to find the little Mexican whore and show her what a real man could do, with that pitiful boyfriend watching while his fucking girlfriend got fucked, over and over until
she was dead. Maybe he would even continue after that. His pleasure coming from the pain
that would be etched on Pietro's wet horror filled face.
The sick smile that touched his lips was only momentary. Only seconds passed before he felt his stomach rolling over, and once again his body emptied yellow bile and mucus, over and over
again.
The 'brave' Coyote passed out.
He did not see the star that Valencia and Pietro saw. He wouldn't have understood. God had
left him behind long ago, and El Diablo hadn't even noticed.