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"Don’t," he said.

Bruno’s eyes flickered. The woman. Elena. She had been his wife. Then she had been Don Rafael’s prize. They said she died of a fever. Bruno knew the fever had a name and a pearl-handled pistol. libro vaquero

Bruno Cruz walked out into the brutal sun, a dead man with nothing left to lose, heading toward the mountains where the coyotes would not dare follow. Behind him, Santa Miel returned to its dust. And El Libro Vaquero would remember his name for one more page. "Don’t," he said