Balvanera

His mother was a whore. Her father, English. He had no last name when the last name was the only thing that scared away hunger. Even so, he delusional, Camacho insisted on earning his bread with the only mere goal of being honest, and everything went to hell. By force they hang. A pious whore, a mute Indian, a disbelieving friar and that honest bastard will try to steal the largest shipment in the history of the Indian flora. Across the ocean, in that New Spain of an empire where the sun never sets, in a Yucatan where the tropical rain erased mercy, the Balvanera warehouses were being filled with the most valuable merchandise of its time: the dye stick And, meanwhile, the Grim Reaper sought to collect her debts...