SUBTERFUGE PART III The military was gaining on them. The poor villagers, with their rifles, carrying banners of La Virge de Guadalupe cried out: ¨Viva Cristo Rey!¨ The men of the military grumbled deep and low in a guttural whisper. “God is Dead!” They said. Shots rang out. A woman screamed. A body collapsed in the gutter near Gustavo as he made his way through the conflict. His pointy dress shoes dipped in the dark rusty blood of his fellow patriot and he shuddered. ¨I must get to Efraim,¨he thought to himself. He covered his ears and held his breath. The gunshots continued. There were children running barefoot. Men nursing their wounds. There was a mother sobbing and crying out as she held a young man who looked no older than thirteen. There were sounds of sirens in the village and the grunts of armed men marching down the cobblestone streets. Nearby, a young man stuffed a red handkerchief into […]