Erase Una Vez En Mexico -

Halfway through the song, the Mariachi stopped. "General," he said quietly. "Do you remember a woman named Carolina Reyes?"

The Mariachi didn't turn. "That's just a legend." Erase una Vez en Mexico

From the kitchen doorway, a shadow emerged. A woman with a jagged scar across her cheek and a .44 Magnum in each hand. It was Ajedrez, the former federal agent Carolina had saved before she died. She had been following the Mariachi for months. Halfway through the song, the Mariachi stopped

He placed his good hand on Sands's chest and hummed the final bars of "Adiós, Carolina." Then he stood up, picked up the broken guitar, and walked out into the Mexican dawn. "That's just a legend

Sands's smile faltered. The Mariachi had known all along. The blind man's eyes weren't dead—they were seeing something Sands couldn't: the future.

But Sands had lied. The silver revolver was not in the piano. It was in Sands's hand, pointed at the Mariachi's back.

"No," he said softly. "I killed him with a song. The guitar was just the delivery system."