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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“It’s nice to meet all of you; this is my brother, Ricárdo. Now,
tell me where are you going?”
“We’re going to Nevada, to roundup wild mustangs,” Bardala
told the brothers.
“From the looks of your trucks, you’re doing better than we
are. It’s been hard finding work after the accident. That’s why
we were going back to Mexico. There’s no work up here. We
were just hitching a ride south with Pablo to help him with odd
jobs along the way, trying to make it back home. I hated to get
home to Mexico after all this time, broke, without any money for
my family,” Fernándo said, sadly hanging his head, and with tears
forming. He wiped away his tears, hoping no one noticed.
Bardala broke into the conversation knowing exactly what to say
at this low-point moment.
“Fernándo, we have been looking and looking for two men to
help us with the roundup. I just can’t believe our good luck, who
better to help us than family. How long is it going to take to
change Pabl