He gave a dim smile, shaking his head. When I opened my eyes, Baco was looking at me. Keen? Well, he's fourteen, and a boy, I said. It was a cheap shot.
Bernardo seemed to be teasing him. I kept his gun pointed at his back, but I was beginning to doubt I'd have to shoot anybody. I watched the side of his face, trying to read that expressionless face. We may lose Baco, but you're not right, he said, and the anger was back.
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