Heaven and hell.As it turned out, not all places in those parts were the same. At least, this was the first thought that came to Weasel in contemplating the natural beauty that was before him, when the caravan was only a few hours away from its destination.
Joe stopped the wagon and got off to look around with dreamy eyes like a kid at the circus. "I know this place. It's the Plaza Blanca," he began with a bad pronunciation of the Spanish name.
"No. This is White Place, and I know this place a lot better than you," huffed the officer.
"Isn't it the same thing?" the giant objected. He was an Englishman who had only lived in that part of the world for the better part of ten years, perhaps less, so he was not familiar with the atavistic quarrel between Gringos and Mexicans.
"Not at all, b
