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"
Another
drunkard
shouted
,
‘
Pull
them
out
.
Come
on
,
pull
them
out
.
The
time
for
praying
is
finished
.
’
"
But
none
came
out
and
then
I
saw
a
man
coming
out
of
the
door
.
"
It
was
Don
Federico
González
,
who
owned
the
mill
and
feed
store
and
was
a
fascist
of
the
first
order
.
He
was
tall
and
thin
and
his
hair
was
brushed
over
the
top
of
his
head
from
one
side
to
the
other
to
cover
a
baldness
and
he
wore
a
nightshirt
that
was
tucked
into
his
trousers
.
He
was
barefooted
as
when
he
had
been
taken
from
his
home
and
he
walked
ahead
of
Pablo
holding
his
hands
above
his
head
,
and
Pablo
walked
behind
him
with
the
barrels
of
his
shotgun
pressing
against
the
back
of
Don
Federico
González
until
Don
Federico
entered
the
double
line
.
But
when
Pablo
left
him
and
returned
to
the
door
of
the
Ayuntamiento
,
Don
Federico
could
not
walk
forward
,
and
stood
there
,
his
eyes
turned
up
to
heaven
and
his
hands
reaching
up
as
though
they
would
grasp
the
sky
.
"
‘
He
has
no
legs
to
walk
,
’
some
one
said
.
"
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Don
Federico
?
Can
’
t
you
walk
?
’
some
one
shouted
to
him
.
But
Don
Federico
stood
there
with
his
hands
up
and
only
his
lips
were
moving
.
"
‘
Get
on
,
’
Pablo
shouted
to
him
from
the
steps
.
‘
Walk
.
’
"
Don
Federico
stood
there
and
could
not
move
.
One
of
the
drunkards
poked
him
in
the
backside
with
a
flail
handle
and
Don
Federico
gave
a
quick
jump
as
a
balky
horse
might
,
but
still
stood
in
the
same
place
,
his
hands
up
,
and
his
eyes
up
toward
the
sky
.
"
Then
the
peasant
who
stood
beside
me
said
,
‘
This
is
shameful
.
I
have
nothing
against
him
but
such
a
spectacle
must
terminate
.
’
So
he
walked
down
the
line
and
pushed
through
to
where
Don
Federico
was
standing
and
said
,
‘
With
your
permission
,
’
and
hit
him
a
great
blow
alongside
of
the
head
with
a
club
.
"
Then
Don
Federico
dropped
his
hands
and
put
them
over
the
top
of
his
head
where
the
bald
place
was
and
with
his
head
bent
and
covered
by
his
hands
,
the
thin
long
hairs
that
covered
the
bald
place
escaping
through
his
fingers
,
he
ran
fast
through
the
double
line
with
flails
falling
on
his
back
and
shoulders
until
he
fell
and
those
at
the
end
of
the
line
picked
him
up
and
swung
him
over
the
cliff
.
Never
did
he
open
his
mouth
from
the
moment
he
came
out
pushed
by
the
shotgun
of
Pablo
.
His
only
difficulty
was
to
move
forward
.
It
was
as
though
he
had
no
command
of
his
legs
.
"
After
Don
Federico
,
I
saw
there
was
a
concentration
of
the
hardest
men
at
the
end
of
the
lines
by
the
edge
of
the
cliff
and
I
left
there
and
I
went
to
the
Arcade
of
the
Ayuntamientoand
pushed
aside
two
drunkards
and
looked
in
the
window
.
In
the
big
room
of
the
Ayuntamiento
they
were
all
kneeling
in
a
half
circle
praying
and
the
priest
was
kneeling
and
praying
with
them
.
Pablo
and
one
named
Cuatro
Dedos
,
Four
Fingers
,
a
cobbler
,
who
was
much
with
Pablo
then
,
and
two
others
were
standing
with
shotguns
and
Pablo
said
to
the
priest
,
‘
Who
goes
now
?
’
and
the
priest
went
on
praying
and
did
not
answer
him
.
