Over the past 3 days since I'd left the town that had become my home since Mary and I left Texas, I'd gotten over some of the initial pain and heartac...he of Mary's betrayal. I could see that some of my actions over the past week or so had been fueled more by anger, and my bruised ego, than by rational thought. But hey, an emotional situation sometimes requires an emotional response.I was ashamed of the way I'd spoken to some of the townspeople. After all, people in general are just fucking nosy.. " The Whites came just after you left on your hunt, this morning. I was the only man left in camp. I took up my lance and went out to meet them. A black-skinned White soldier saw me coming and thought I was attacking. He shot me before I could say anything. I fell and could not get up. I had been shot in the belly. The soldier rode off and I heard their scout shouting in Spanish that everyone should come to the ceremonial square. Any one who didn't come there would be shot. Most of the women. Her shoes tap gently on the concrete. She cringes at every step. She wonders if she should stop and take them off. She knows the mist is hiding terrible things but if she's very quiet it might hide her as well. But to take her shoes off she would have to stop walking. And she can't do that. Because if she does stop she might see something. What that something might be she has no idea except that it freezes her blood. So she keeps walking, her eyes fixed on the pavement in front of her. It's. " I play with my long hair nervously again. I watch my newmommy picking up her purse and take her cell phone out.I turn and watch as Mr. Black has our coffee on a tray as he puts ourdrinks down on our table. "Thank you Mr. Black for the drinks," I say tohim the first time me talking to him. He stares at me not smiling or anyfacial movements, just plain looking at me."Anytime Princess." Wow he has like the deepest voice I ever heard. Hestands back in front of the wall and his head looks to the.