"She doesn't want me to work for anyone that is not from here. We are a proud people. She is more proud than most. She is the daughter of the jefe."

"Well, I'll be damned. So you're marrying into royalty."

"You could say that," said Diego with a smile. "I'd rather say that all those responsibilities will be another heavy weight on a new marriage. One of the responsibilities will be to make a son who will become chief when the old man dies."

"Mierda, amigo, that should be fun!"

"Don't jest, Roberto. I am a simple man. I don't know if I can handle all these new responsibilities."

"Just take it -"

At that moment Roberto's phone rang. He spoke quickly into the phone. Diego could only catch a few words, since his friend spoke in English. When his friend turned white and dropped the phone, Diego knew something was wrong.

Diego stooped and picked up the phone. A scene was still on the screen. Men in green combat uniforms with bandanas covering most of their faces were dancing and poking at two bodies that were swinging from tree limbs. He recognized the uniforms as one of the Catholic paramilitary groups that the government secretly sponsored.

"Roberto, are you there? I'm going to zoom in closer in order to see who the poor victims are. I think they tortured them before they hung them. My God, how could they do this?"