"Bandits. I kind of miss them," Segundo said. "Have you heard tell of La Carambada?"
"No."
"This is a true story."
Tía tipped ash into her mouth and tapped her foot: this was a waste of her time.
"She was my favorite bandit of all," he said. "She held up wagons and coaches. She carried a great Colt forty-five, and when she had the men out of the coach and lined up, stripped of their gold and even their pants, she would pull out one of her chichis." The crowd gasped. "Oh yes. She would show the men her chichi, and she'd hold the gun to their heads, and she'd say, 'What do you think of this, cabrón?" The People looked at each other uneasily. Huila made a mental note: La Carambada-heroine of Mexico. Segundo laughed. "Can you imagine? All those idiotas trying to think up the right thing to say."
"I hope she shot a few of them," Huila said. Segundo smiled.
"What a woman!" he said. "Maybe they have more like her up north."