The rattling Jeep swerved from side to side, bouncing as it drove around the potholes that pockmarked the dirt road.
"Sons of bitches!" Morazan muttered to himself and slapped the wheel.
The village of Santa Clarita was tucked in the forest of Los Tigres mountains- a four-hour drive from the city. It would take him longer to get there, however, given the conditions of the road. Morazan considered himself a good driver, but dodging pothole…
