The weekend niece. from the book, Searching for treasures

     A few hours went by before Diego returned. Though he looked haggard and tired, he was also, very calm. He told me what had happened out there.

     Their boss began to drink the aguardiente alcohol Diego had provided. Between drinks, he commented: we’re looking for the traitors that have been helping the damn conservatives. We plan to mess them up, and then, watch them hang by those pretty little red necks of theirs. Now, you wouldn’t know anything about them, would you neighbor?”

     “Your grandfather said he had stood up right away and replied something like:

     “Capitan, you can quit your searching! Right here, right now, you have one of them standing right in front of you! And if you don’t kill me now, that’s your bad luck, because I plan to keep on helping them. You see, Captain, I’m a conservative way down to my bones, what do you say to that. Go ahead and shoot for talk is cheap!”

      “So, then, that’s how my grandfather died?” Dora asked, sadly.

     “Well, no, my dear. They were just posing as liberals, but they were damn conservatives. It was a trap they had set-up to test your grandfather.”

     It seems like two men held onto him, while a third one put a gun to his head. When they saw that he didn’t falter, their boss began to laugh, saying:

     “Aren’t you a tough guy and a lucky one, too! If we had been liberals, you’d also be a dead one! Having said that,  they rounded up our goats from the pen and slaughtered them all. Drunk, they left with our meat and the remaining bottles of aguardiente.”

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