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Anselmo
looked
away
from
him
and
out
onto
the
bridge
.
He
was
watching
for
the
first
sight
of
the
coil
of
wire
being
handed
up
onto
the
bridge
and
for
the
Inglés
’
s
sunburnt
head
and
face
to
follow
it
as
he
would
pull
himself
up
the
side
.
At
the
same
time
he
was
watching
beyond
the
bridge
for
anything
to
come
around
the
far
corner
of
the
road
.
He
did
not
feel
afraid
now
at
all
and
he
had
not
been
afraid
all
the
day
.
It
goes
so
fast
and
it
is
so
normal
,
he
thought
.
I
hated
the
shooting
of
the
guard
and
it
made
me
an
emotion
but
that
is
passed
now
.
How
could
the
Inglés
say
that
the
shooting
of
a
man
is
like
the
shooting
of
an
animal
?
In
all
hunting
I
have
had
an
elation
and
no
feeling
of
wrong
.
But
to
shoot
a
man
gives
a
feeling
as
though
one
had
struck
one
’
s
own
brother
when
you
are
grown
men
.
And
to
shoot
him
various
times
to
kill
him
.
Nay
,
do
not
think
of
that
.
That
gave
thee
too
much
emotion
and
thee
ran
blubbering
down
the
bridge
like
a
woman
.
That
is
over
,
he
told
himself
,
and
thou
canst
try
to
atone
for
it
as
for
the
others
.
But
now
thou
has
what
thou
asked
for
last
night
coming
home
across
the
hills
.
Thou
art
in
battle
and
thou
hast
no
problem
.
If
I
die
on
this
morning
now
it
is
all
right
.
Then
he
looked
at
Fernando
lying
there
against
the
bank
with
his
hands
cupped
over
the
groove
of
his
hip
,
his
lips
blue
,
his
eyes
tight
shut
,
breathing
heavily
and
slowly
,
and
he
thought
,
If
I
die
may
it
be
quickly
.
Nay
I
said
I
would
ask
nothing
more
if
I
were
granted
what
I
needed
for
today
.
So
I
will
not
ask
.
Understand
?
I
ask
nothing
.
Nothing
in
any
way
.
Give
me
what
I
asked
for
and
I
leave
all
the
rest
according
to
discretion
.
He
listened
to
the
noise
that
came
,
far
away
,
of
the
battle
at
the
pass
and
he
said
to
himself
,
Truly
this
is
a
great
day
.
I
should
realize
and
know
what
a
day
this
is
.
But
there
was
no
lift
or
any
excitement
in
his
heart
.
That
was
all
gone
and
there
was
nothing
but
a
calmness
.
And
now
,
as
he
crouched
behind
the
marker
stone
with
the
looped
wire
in
his
hand
and
another
loop
of
it
around
his
wrist
and
the
gravel
beside
the
road
under
his
knees
he
was
not
lonely
nor
did
he
feel
in
any
way
alone
.
He
was
one
with
the
wire
in
his
hand
and
one
with
the
bridge
,
and
one
with
the
charges
the
Inglés
had
placed
.
He
was
one
with
the
Inglés
still
working
under
the
bridge
and
he
was
one
with
all
of
the
battle
and
with
the
Republic
.
But
there
was
no
excitement
.
It
was
all
calm
now
and
the
sun
beat
down
on
his
neck
and
on
his
shoulders
as
he
crouched
and
as
he
looked
up
he
saw
the
high
,
cloudless
sky
and
the
slope
of
the
mountain
rising
beyond
the
river
and
he
was
not
happy
but
he
was
neither
lonely
nor
afraid
.
Up
the
hill
slope
Pilar
lay
behind
a
tree
watching
the
road
that
came
down
from
the
pass
.
She
had
three
loaded
rifles
by
her
and
she
handed
one
to
Primitivo
as
he
dropped
down
beside
her
.
"
Get
down
there
,
"
she
said
.
"
Behind
that
tree
.
Thou
,
gypsy
,
over
there
,
"
she
pointed
to
another
tree
below
.
"
Is
he
dead
?
"
