He had been more afraid for his family than for himself; even though the men were crushing his bones with each blow, his family was all that was on his mind. The thrashings and violent blows slammed over and over into his broken body, before finally the stiff sole of a cowboy boot thrust his face cheek-first to the floor. He could see his family out of the glass paned doors through his swollen “eyes, and despite the blood and sweat that was pouring into them, he strained to keep his eyes fixed upon his boy and his beloved wife as they were bundled into the back of a truck to be brought, with him, to this fresh scene of torture. The loud chant still burning into his mind wrenched his thoughts back to the present, and he curled into a tight ball on the ground. “Don’t hurt my family, please!”
