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The whirlwind of dust, extending for a good stretch down the road, was abruptly broken by a dispersed, violent mass of men and horses-as puffed-out chests, unruly manes, flaring nostrils, ovoid and impetuous eyes, flying hooves, and legs stiffened from galloping, rode briskly through. The men with bronze faces, ivory teeth, and burning eyes brandished their rifles or slung them across the front of their saddles.
Bringing up the rearguard, trotting along, were Demetrio and Camila. She was still trembling, her lips dry and pale; he, in a bad mood because of how inane their move had been. There had been no Orozquistas, nor any battle even. Just a few dispersed Federales and a poor devil of a priest with about a hundred believers, all gathered under the archaic banner of "Religion and Order. " The priest was left dangling from a mesquite tree, while the surrounding field was littered with the dead, all with a small red insignia sewn to their chests that read: "Stop! The Sacred Heart of Jesus is with me!"