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The people cannot hold more mouths, we must kill trespassers the padre would say, the closest he would ever get to acknowledging the ancestors bloody past. But blood spilled never was the result of the ambition to conquer territory, it was only spilled to protect their little slice of nothing.

Anger kept at bay, her teeth still remained bare, and itch traveling through her legs to pounce. 

Why are you here then? the words spoken were as cold as the frost that coated the plants surrounding them, the same way la madre would scorn her.