The goat man leads the way, not to the front door of the largest house on the mountainside, but to a quiet alcove on its side. Inside a desk grabs hold of Rosario’s attention, then a chair. She knew that desk! She knew that chair.
“That was where. . .” she points, her words lost in marvel.
“Yes,” the goat man nods. “That was where we signed the first treaty.”
She can feel the rage boil and rise within her once again. “You tricked her. . . me! You tricked me!”
He shakes his head, “I did what I had to do.”
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