Chapter 22: The Lady in Red

Yes, that lady. Also: a suck-o-matic milk tether, San Quentin, snow angels, downed biplanes, naked people, walking backwards, the rain in Spain, and three-legged dogs. Which of these does not belong?

The whole town is Sergio Leone quiet, by which I mean that anybody who’s ever seen a movie can tell you this entire village, at any moment, every last hen house door, is going to erupt in red-pepper gunfire and exploding roof tile. A thousand Mexican bandits and villagers in ponchos will flood out of old wooden doors and slide down roofs on one hip, fir…