Juan left Angel a distance from the bank and returned a circumvent route. No one suspected a fat man and his burro, so the robber guzzled tequila at the cantina than had a siesta.
A Federale fired his gun, signalling his cohorts to gather.
Angel startled, took off in a shot, running—bucking—gold raining from saddlebags—Juan thwarted!
The Federales gave Angel a hero’s parade for hoofing the crook into jail and rewarded him with lush pasture. Angel brayed, loud thanks to heaven.