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“Señorita? Señorita?”
It was a whisper, a persistent echo of a man’s voice that brought her back to semi-consciousness. Bev’s eyelids fluttered, she saw the red skin and blue veins on the inside of the lid but couldn’t find the energy to pull them open.
“We must move, Señorita.” The voice was clearer and more determined.
A thin boney arm reached around her shoulders and drew her up. She started to resist, but couldn’t, though she didn’t want to move.
Slowly the unknown, unwanted helper got her feebly on her feet. Head spinning, pain shooting down her shoulder, she thought she would pass out, but somehow she moved with him.
Still blind, her other senses were super sensitized. She felt heat from the small frame beside her, smelled alcohol, dust and manure. Suddenly there was a large
