Mexico
A scorpion
Eight small pearls
He strikes the front gate with his fists, bloodying his knuckles
Seaweed
He inherited it
A big pearl
A sailboat
With a capsule filled with powder
Beneath his sleeping mat
La Paz
He manipulates a coin in his hands
os 1,500 pes
It is too large
By traveling to the capital to sell his pearl
Throw it back into the sea
He punches her in the head and then kicks her
Because Kino kills a man
At Juan Tomás’s house
Up the mountain
He strips naked
A coyote’s cry
He kills them
He is shot
He throws it back into the sea