But Maria, dying would not be the worst thing that could happen to you.

Ladislao Loera Suddenly a voice came from the back of the room. “I’ll tell you.”
“No!” several men responded in unison as the man stepped forward. He was a vaquero and a tough man. He was not old like the other men. He wore a six shooter and carried a big knife. He looked harsh but his eyes were kind.
“Yes, I’ll tell her.” He gestured for her to sit down. She complied. He got two more drinks and offered her one. He looked her over carefully.
“These men don’t want you to go after the bad men because they are afraid for you, Maria.” He drank and continued. “But I know you are not afraid. I know what you can do, and you should do it. Avenge them, Maria.”
“I will.”
“The men are from a band headed by a man from further south. He’s called Sombrero del Oro because he wears a big gold hat. He’s a bad one, Maria.” He looked at her with intensity.
“He trades in humans and he kills without consideration. But Maria, dying would not be the worst thing that could happen to you if they should catch you. You are beautiful and they would do many bad things to you. You know what I mean?” He nodded when she didn’t change her expression.
“I know.”
He nodded and took another drink. “I didn’t think that would dissuade you.”
“And these men. Why did they do this thing to the old woman and the old man?”
“Because they could.” He shrugged. “No reason. Because they could. You see, Maria, these men, they are not people. They are not human beings. They are some horrible creature, even worse than a loco bull or rattler. They kill for malice and for fun. No creature in the animal kingdom acts like this. And Maria, don’t hesitate. Show no mercy when the time comes. Kill them. Do not show them mercy.” Maria's Trail  
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