CHAPTER FIVE
The desert turned cold. The screams and sounds of agony from the prisoner made the hours seem endless and the men did not sleep well. At breakfast, even Silver Spurs had dark smudges under his eyes, showing the strain of waiting for their prisoner to break.
Lorenzo expressed the thoughts of all the men. "This time has been wasted. He will die before the day is over and we won't know any more about La Dura than we did before."
Silver Spurs snarled. "He has hidden the Medallion and the map. Remember the last moments at the mission—when the Padre was nailed to the door and the fire was burning the flesh from his body? In between screaming his prayers for mercy, he told us that Ropero had both the Medallion and the map. That, and a Hail Mary was the last thing to come from his
