ANDRES STEPPED AWAY FROM the truck and cautiously began to walk toward his brother. Juarez gently grabbed Andres's forearm and whispered: “I’ll take care of this.” For a moment Andres resisted. Though the brothers were not close, Juarez could see the concern and fear for his brother's well-being in Andre's eyes. “Everything will be alright, Andres. Trust me. Now, head off to Thornton's farm. Off you go.”

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