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“Where am I? he wondered. The room breathed with things he had only glimpsed in the years of driving through the villages of northern New Mexico. He felt that if he were to go close to the paintings, he would feel heat on his face from the bleached rocks or hear the sound of rain and the heavy breath of horses.”

“And if by chance, Francisco, anyone should wander into this valley while we’re gone,” and here Hipolito turned to Cristobal, “you are to tell them that this place is ours and that it is named Guadalupe, in honor of Our Lady.”