“Go on, Justino. Ask them to take a little pity on me. Just tell them that.”
“No. I don’t feel like going. Because if I do they’ll know I’m your son. If I keep pestering them they’ll find out who I am and they’ll decide to shoot me too. Better leave things the way they are now.”
Thirty Five Years Ago ...
“Look here, Juvencio, if you let another animal in my pasture, I’ll kill it.”
“Look here, Don Lupe, it’s not my fault that the animals fend for themselves. They’re innocent. You’ll have to pay for it, if you kill them.”
Juvencio: And he killed one of my yearlings. This happened thirty-five years ago in March, because in April I was already up in the mountains, on the run from the summons.
behind the wall: Immediately the voice from inside said: “Tie him up and give him something to drink until he gets drunk so the shots won’t hurt him.”
“They’ll look at your face and won’t believe it’s you. They’ll think a coyote has been chewing on you when they see your face full of holes from all the bullets they fired at you.”