The Unusual Relationship of Jose and Alex

The two men had been through a lot together, but still would not be able to call each other friends. Alex was a hard headed selfish and suborn man, while Jose seemed to just follow orders, his input was valued as much as the lives of the men, women, and children they took. They stuck together out of a common belief of greed and self-fulfillment, even if it meant killing to get what they want. Jose just really did not want to take on these dangerious road alone, once he had the money he would leave Alex behind and settle down somewhere. Jose knew his companion wouldn't care if they were to part ways. The only thing besides no remorse the two shared was that their families had came across the ocean to America to homestead.
The sun moved down behind them as the two faced at the San Juan Mountains that towered not far from them. The shadows darkened on the jagged cliffs with the waning light. They had made it out alive, again. Alex and Jose two were convinced that the natives were no match in battle, and proved it true so far. This was not the first band that they had attacked and left everyone dead. Well unless there was a child that they could sell at one of the forts. They live a nomadic life much like the people they rob and kill.
They side by side on a rock that over time steadied itself on a slight slope. Jose wrapped his fresh wounds while Alexander pulled porcupine quills out of his leg, he quivered as he plucked them out one at a time, some felt so deep it was like he was pulling them from his bone. The two of them where a sight for battered eyes. They had not yet had the chance to make it to the river to clean up, the blood had dried in their clothes.
"I’m real sorry Alex,' Jose said. "I didn't see that coming--but I killed ...

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...behind as Alex was being riddled with the porcupines needles. The porcupines retreated into the trees when Alex found a fallen branch and started swinging.
They took everything that the natives had in their camp, even pulled the clothes from the two dead men and dressed, same as they had just went through. They must have been heading to the camp because they had bags of furs and beads.
Alex looked on the ground behind them and observe the cold bodies. “We will sleep here for a while.”
“In their tents?” Jose asked.
“Yes…and when it gets light we will pack everything up all nice and neat, like nothing happened.”
Alex lightly rubbed his knee plucked out another quill, “Those slimy Utes!” His eyes filled with water. “How knew they would have a cage full of these needley bastards? Three of them!” He found more and started pulling them out faster and tossing them further.