Fuji had been there an hour when six gorillas drove up in a pickup truck. Drunk, and with four-day stubbles, they looked like regular bandidos.
The biggest bandido got out of the truck and walked over to Fuji.
"Hey, you alone, amigo?" he asked.
"My friends will be here any minute," Fuji lied.
"You got a gun?"
Fuji decided not to stretch his luck. He shook his head from side to side.
"It's not safe for a gringo to be out here alone, you know. People try to steal things."
The bandido's eyes gleamed as brightly as his silver incisor. "You want to sell your wheels?"
"No sale," said Fuji.
"My friends, those five big men over there, they really like your wheels," said the bandido cheerfully.