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wards camp. More dread and despair gripped everyone. What black evil was happening
on the trail up ahead? Thomas heard the men talking about unseen Maya demons. Two
more hours of trekking on the trail, where it was steep on one side and a sheer drop on
the other, there, right in the middle of the narrow trail, were the reasons the burros had
rejoined the pack. Three more bodies lay scattered within twenty meters of each other.
Their machetes lay close at hand, but there was no blood found on them. The bodies, too,
were clean. Thomas almost wished that they had wounds. He could kill something that
had claws and teeth. He ordered the dead men buried. Each of the survivors knew the
dead and hard questions needed answers, which the jungle is slow to give. The question
on everyone’s mind was what bad thing was going to happen next? Hours later, further
along the trail, the last burro the deserters stole was found eating some vegetation. Twenty minutes after that, another body was discovered next to the trail. Once again, no marks
were found on the corpse. This time the men wanted to go on without burying their friend,
but Thomas made them do it. As he learned during the war, hard work keeps fear at bay.
Tired and confused, the men drove themselves to walk forward towards civilization.
Exhaustion didn’t matter when fear gripped your soul. Family and friends beckoned in the
men’s minds, pushing them to march even with their eyes glazed, feet hurting, and backs
straining. They traveled up one hill, down another, hacking away at anything covering the
trail towards home. Guillermo thought he was reliving the past once more. Would he make
it back to Oaxaca, his home, one more time? He looked over the faces of the remaining
workers. Their faces showed the heavy body of fear was riding on their shoulders. Evil
Spirits were quietly whispering to them like a soft wind blowing. That they were walking
dead men, soon to join their other departed friends. That it would be only a few hours, or
a quick few days, then only their ghostly spirits would wander around on this green Earth.
TO BE CONTINUED...

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