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don hector romero elias was rail thin. he was tall and he seemed even taller because of his aloof attitude toward all around him. his hair hung almost shoulder length and was a snowy white as was his goatee. his eyes were deep in his skull with heavy brooding eye brows. he had nothing but disdane for all humans. he had never been married but in all his adult years he had had many young women as lovers and keepers of his home. he had no legitimate children but had fathered numerous ones with the different women. he aknowledged none of them. he was a sour hateful old man who all still feared despite his advanced years. he was decended from a soldier of cortez es army who had been granted this land as a award for heroic services against the natives of mexico. but the blood was diluted many times before hector was born. but he still had the attitude of a hildalgo. this day his mayordomo returned to him to report what had transpired in ruby. when the united states had negotiated the border as it stood with mexico, mexico had ignored the land grants along that area. they had cut the elias almost in half with the border line. elias still considered the lands on the american side as his. when the mayordomo reported the happenings there the old man flew into a fit of uncontrolable rage. he allowed the miners to mine the silver deposits there as long as they paid half in tribute. he wouldnt stand by and let some gringo dictate what he could do on his own land. when he asked the mayordomo why they didnt kill this gringo the answer was the gringo had a rifle and would have killed him. " then why arnt you dead?" hector yelled! the old man lashed his man with the braided rawhide quirt that hung from his wrist. " mananna i will ride to ruby and kill this gringo my self, and any others who dont pay thier tribute. maybe i need another mayordomo" he glared at the man standing there who was oviously frightened." youm and five others will ride at my back." the old man waved the mayordomo away. out side the mayordomo touched his neck where the quirt had struck. his hand came away bloody. his fear was gone and anger and hatred took its place. he knew zapata was just a few days away. and the goal of he and villa was to purge thier country of men like elias. maybe he needed to go to zapata. he could bring twenty men to join the revolution arys.let zapata deal with this evil old man. this rancho had a lot of adobe walls to stand him in front of!