Hunts with Jesus

There i was, a place i knew well i had been there many times before but it always felt new my hand in my pocket i felt what i expected a rolled up ball of crumpled bills like always this the harshness of Mexico seemed to drain away in this place the smoke from my cigar wafted upward refracting the light like fire through fog but i knew that what i hunted would not be
scared by this for this was a place for men not a clearing or even a mountain this was a place for men because i hunted the most elusive creature on this earth the prostitute for i am Jesus Gonzales i am the hooker hunter.