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The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Long</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Storied</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> 13way home, he found that he was still in possession <strong>of</strong> his wallet <strong>and</strong> bought every c<strong>and</strong>ied skull <strong>and</strong>papier mache skeleton he could afford. <strong>The</strong> vendors were happy to be moving merch<strong>and</strong>ise the dayafter El Dia de Los Muertos, <strong>and</strong> parted with their various goods at reduced prices; so much so that bythe time <strong>Jose</strong> reached his house he had acquired more than an armload <strong>of</strong> purchases in remembrance <strong>of</strong>his beloved La Catrina, <strong>and</strong> had to spend his last bit <strong>of</strong> money hiring a boy to help him carry everythinghome.At his house, he found Severa Gomez <strong>and</strong> Concepcion sitting in the front room. Because hehad been absent since well before the battle, the two women had fed each other’s fears to the point thatboth began believing he had somehow been killed in the fighting. <strong>Jose</strong>'s arrival at the house did notinitially convince them otherwise. With his filthy, bedraggled appearance <strong>and</strong> the minor but bloodywound on his head, both Severa <strong>and</strong> Concepcion initially believed that he was an apparition come tovisit them from some mass grave on the battlefield; it was only when he physically let them touch himthat the two women believed that he was alive <strong>and</strong> among them. Collecting up all <strong>of</strong> the treasures hehad purchased on his way home, <strong>Jose</strong> went upstairs to wash <strong>and</strong> go to sleep.It's March 1916, <strong>and</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> is still running. It has been almost two months since hecrossed the border into America <strong>and</strong> started calling himself Joe. It was the middle <strong>of</strong> January, in themiddle <strong>of</strong> a moonless night, when he slid out <strong>of</strong> bed, got dressed in his best new suit <strong>of</strong> clothes,bundled up his skulls <strong>and</strong> skeletons <strong>and</strong> a shaving razor, <strong>and</strong> crept out <strong>of</strong> the door <strong>and</strong> over the border.Within a day <strong>of</strong> leaving Agua Prieta he had arrived at El Paso, Texas, bought papers that madeboth the name Joe <strong>and</strong> his American citizenship dubiously <strong>of</strong>ficial, <strong>and</strong> talked his way into a job withthe railroad, trading, although he didn't know it, on the good name <strong>of</strong> Alfonso <strong>Montoya</strong>, his father.Alfonso had known for some time that <strong>Jose</strong> had plans to leave Agua Prieta far behind, <strong>and</strong> had spreadword up <strong>and</strong> down the rail lines on both sides <strong>of</strong> the border that he would consider it a favor to be

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