Santa Cigüeña, a tale of time - past, present and future. The idyllic community of Santa Cigüeña (Holy Stork), colonized by a group of faithful Sentries in the 1860s was tucked away at the base of the Greater Sierra Madre Occidental Mountains. The Martin family had lived there for generations. Benedict Martin Vth had just finished a hard day's work and was looking forward to smacking his lips on a jalapeño, some homemade flour tortillas and some of the beans he was warming up when the phone rang. The Patriarch was calling and Ben had no idea why, because he had not been to church since Easter and had not planned to go again until Christmas. The Patriarch had a visitor.

Big John Duncan, apostle incognito and President of Seymour Hotels International. He had arrived in Santa Cigüeña earlier that afternoon and had brought with him a companion, a Tarahumara girl from the canyon lands. He wouldn't be staying long, just long enough to alter the course of history before getting back to Aurora, Colorado, to iron out the details of an upcoming General Managers' conference. Benedict eased his car toward the Patriarch's home. He didn't know it yet, but his whole world was about to be turned head over topsy turvy tails.