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"
Bandidos
!
Surrender
now
before
we
blow
thee
to
little
pieces
.
"
"
They
’
re
biting
,
"
Sordo
whispered
happily
.
As
he
watched
,
a
man
showed
his
head
over
the
top
of
the
rocks
.
There
was
no
shot
from
the
hilltop
and
the
head
went
down
again
.
El
Sordo
waited
,
watching
,
but
nothing
more
happened
.
He
turned
his
head
and
looked
at
the
others
who
were
all
watching
down
their
sectors
of
the
slope
.
As
he
looked
at
them
the
others
shook
their
heads
.
"
Let
no
one
move
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Sons
of
the
great
whore
,
"
the
voice
came
now
from
behind
the
rocks
again
.
"
Red
swine
.
Mother
rapers
.
Eaters
of
the
milk
of
thy
fathers
.
"
Sordo
grinned
.
He
could
just
hear
the
bellowed
insults
by
turning
his
good
ear
.
This
is
better
than
the
aspirin
,
he
thought
.
How
many
will
we
get
?
Can
they
be
that
foolish
?
The
voice
had
stopped
again
and
for
three
minutes
they
heard
nothing
and
saw
no
movement
.
Then
the
sniper
behind
the
boulder
a
hundred
yards
down
the
slope
exposed
himself
and
fired
.
The
bullet
hit
a
rock
and
ricocheted
with
a
sharp
whine
.
Then
Sordo
saw
a
man
,
bent
double
,
run
from
the
shelter
of
the
rocks
where
the
automatic
rifle
was
across
the
open
ground
to
the
big
boulder
behind
which
the
sniper
was
hidden
.
He
almost
dove
behind
the
boulder
.
Sordo
looked
around
.
They
signalled
to
him
that
there
was
no
movement
on
the
other
slopes
.
El
Sordo
grinned
happily
and
shook
his
head
.
This
is
ten
times
better
than
the
aspirin
,
he
thought
,
and
he
waited
,
as
happy
as
only
a
hunter
can
be
happy
.
