"Dear Chief of the Red Crow Tribe! We... we need some time... to discuss..."

"Okay! Let's discuss it here, don't make me wait too long!..."

The sun fell into the wilderness in the west, and in the big tent was a bonfire with uncertain light and shade. Chihuaco, an old militiaman with a bitter face, got together with the priest of Mecate who bowed his head. The two communicated quickly and in low voices in the dialect of the Patzcuaro Lake District.

"Captain Qi, what should we do?"

"What to do? You say

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