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He
stood
up
,
then
put
both
hands
on
top
of
the
boulder
and
pulled
himself
up
,
kneeing
-
up
awkwardly
,
then
getting
on
his
feet
.
"
Shoot
,
"
he
shouted
,
standing
on
the
gray
granite
boulder
and
waved
both
his
arms
.
"
Shoot
me
!
Kill
me
!
"
On
the
hilltop
El
Sordo
lay
behind
the
dead
horse
and
grinned
.
What
a
people
,
he
thought
.
He
laughed
,
trying
to
hold
it
in
because
the
shaking
hurt
his
arm
.
"
Reds
,
"
came
the
shout
from
below
.
"
Red
canaille
.
Shoot
me
!
Kill
me
!
"
Sordo
,
his
chest
shaking
,
barely
peeped
past
the
horse
’
s
crupper
and
saw
the
captain
on
top
of
the
boulder
waving
his
arms
.
Another
officer
stood
by
the
boulder
.
The
sniper
was
standing
at
the
other
side
.
Sordo
kept
his
eye
where
it
was
and
shook
his
head
happily
.
"
Shoot
me
,
"
he
said
softly
to
himself
.
"
Kill
me
!
"
Then
his
shoulders
shook
again
.
The
laughing
hurt
his
arm
and
each
time
he
laughed
his
head
felt
as
though
it
would
burst
.
But
the
laughter
shook
him
again
like
a
spasm
.
Captain
Mora
got
down
from
the
boulder
.
"
Now
do
you
believe
me
,
Paco
?
"
he
questioned
Lieutenant
Berrendo
.
