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The deafening sound of rifle fire diminished and began to fade. Luis Cervantes got his courage to stick his head out of his hiding place, amid all the rubble, at the highest point of the hill.
He barely knew how he had gotten there. He was not certain at what point Demetrio and the men around him had disappeared. He had suddenly found himself alone. Then, seized by an avalanche of infantry, he was knocked off his saddle. He had been trampled, and when he had finally straightened up, a man on horseback had come by, grabbed him, and thrown him over the horse's rump. But shortly afterward the horse and the riders all hit the ground, and Luis Cervantes found himself in the middle of white clouds of gun smoke and whizzing bullets, not knowing where his own rifle or revolver were, nor what had happened. And the trench where he now found himself, protected by crumbling adobe, was the safest hiding place he had seen.