“That’s true, but not at first. This captain didn’t want his daughter to mix. So he ordered the native boy killed.” “The boyfriend? Really?” “Yes. And she drove a feather arrow into her own heart and killed herself.” Gaspar’s blue eyes were full of tears. He’s so different from me, thought Juan. He’s got a long way to go to toughen up. “What happened then?” “From her wound, when she fell down dead, this flower grew.”
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