The desert night was never truly quiet. Out beyond the last fence post it held its breath, listening for the first crack of a human
The desert night was never truly quiet. Out beyond the last fence post it held its breath, listening for the first crack of a human
In a remote ranch called La Soledad, lived Doña Refugio Valenzuela, a widow since the age of 29. Her husband, Don Crisóforo, had died four
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