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Anselmo
was
now
so
cold
that
he
decided
he
had
best
go
to
camp
before
it
was
dark
.
He
had
no
fear
of
missing
the
way
,
but
he
thought
it
was
useless
to
stay
longer
and
the
wind
was
blowing
colder
all
the
time
and
there
was
no
lessening
of
the
snow
.
But
when
he
stood
up
and
stamped
his
feet
and
looked
through
the
driving
snow
at
the
road
he
did
not
start
off
up
the
hillside
but
stayed
leaning
against
the
sheltered
side
of
the
pine
tree
.
The
Inglés
told
me
to
stay
,
he
thought
.
Even
now
he
may
be
on
the
way
here
and
,
if
I
leave
this
place
,
he
may
lose
himself
in
the
snow
searching
for
me
.
All
through
this
war
we
have
suffered
from
a
lack
of
discipline
and
from
the
disobeying
of
orders
and
I
will
wait
a
while
still
for
the
Inglés
.
But
if
he
does
not
come
soon
I
must
go
in
spite
of
all
orders
for
I
have
a
report
to
make
now
,
and
I
have
much
to
do
in
these
days
,
and
to
freeze
here
is
an
exaggeration
and
without
utility
.
Across
the
road
at
the
sawmill
smoke
was
coming
out
of
the
chimney
and
Anselmo
could
smell
it
blown
toward
him
through
the
snow
.
The
fascists
are
warm
,
he
thought
,
and
they
are
comfortable
,
and
tomorrow
night
we
will
kill
them
.
It
is
a
strange
thing
and
I
do
not
like
to
think
of
it
.
I
have
watched
them
all
day
and
they
are
the
same
men
that
we
are
.
I
believe
that
I
could
walk
up
to
the
mill
and
knock
on
the
door
and
I
would
be
welcome
except
that
they
have
orders
to
challenge
all
travellers
and
ask
to
see
their
papers
.
It
is
only
orders
that
come
between
us
.
Those
men
are
not
fascists
.
I
call
them
so
,
but
they
are
not
.
They
are
poor
men
as
we
are
.
They
should
never
be
fighting
against
us
and
I
do
not
like
to
think
of
the
killing
.
These
at
this
post
are
Gallegos
.
I
know
that
from
hearing
them
talk
this
afternoon
.
They
cannot
desert
because
if
they
do
their
families
will
be
shot
.
Gallegos
are
either
very
intelligent
or
very
dumb
and
brutal
.
I
have
known
both
kinds
.
Lister
is
a
Gallego
from
the
same
town
as
Franco
.
I
wonder
what
these
Gallegos
think
of
this
snow
now
at
this
time
of
year
.
They
have
no
high
mountains
such
as
these
and
in
their
country
it
always
rains
and
it
is
always
green
.
A
light
showed
in
the
window
of
the
sawmill
and
Anselmo
shivered
and
thought
,
damn
that
Inglés
!
There
are
the
Gallegos
warm
and
in
a
house
here
in
our
country
,
and
I
am
freezing
behind
a
tree
and
we
live
in
a
hole
in
the
rocks
like
beasts
in
the
mountain
.
But
tomorrow
,
he
thought
,
the
beasts
will
come
out
of
their
hole
and
these
that
are
now
so
comfortable
will
die
warm
in
their
blankets
.
As
those
died
in
the
night
when
we
raided
Otero
,
he
thought
.
He
did
not
like
to
remember
Otero
.
In
Otero
,
that
night
,
was
when
he
first
killed
and
he
hoped
he
would
not
have
to
kill
in
this
of
the
suppressing
of
these
posts
.
It
was
in
Otero
that
Pablo
knifed
the
sentry
when
Anselmo
pulled
the
blanket
over
his
head
and
the
sentry
caught
Anselmo
’
s
foot
and
held
it
,
smothered
as
he
was
in
the
blanket
,
and
made
a
crying
noise
in
the
blanket
and
Anselmo
had
to
feel
in
the
blanket
and
knife
him
until
he
let
go
of
the
foot
and
was
still
.
He
had
his
knee
across
the
man
’
s
throat
to
keep
him
silent
and
he
was
knifing
into
the
bundle
when
Pablo
tossed
the
bomb
through
the
window
into
the
room
where
the
men
of
the
post
were
all
sleeping
.
And
when
the
flash
came
it
was
as
though
the
whole
world
burst
red
and
yellow
before
your
eyes
and
two
more
bombs
were
in
already
.
Pablo
had
pulled
the
pins
and
tossed
them
quickly
through
the
window
,
and
those
who
were
not
killed
in
their
beds
were
killed
as
they
rose
from
bed
when
the
second
bomb
exploded
.
That
was
in
the
great
days
of
Pablo
when
he
scourged
the
country
like
a
tartar
and
no
fascist
post
was
safe
at
night
.
And
now
,
he
is
as
finished
and
as
ended
as
a
boar
that
has
been
altered
,
Anselmo
thought
,
and
,
when
the
altering
has
been
accomplished
and
the
squealing
is
over
you
cast
the
two
stones
away
and
the
boar
,
that
is
a
boar
no
longer
,
goes
snouting
and
rooting
up
to
them
and
eats
them
.
No
,
he
is
not
that
bad
,
Anselmo
grinned
,
one
can
think
too
badly
even
of
Pablo
.
But
he
is
ugly
enough
and
changed
enough
.
It
is
too
cold
,
he
thought
.
That
the
Inglés
should
come
and
that
I
should
not
have
to
kill
in
this
of
the
posts
.
These
four
Gallegos
and
their
corporal
are
for
those
who
like
the
killing
.
