"Forget it, it doesn't make sense to talk about the past. Let's deal with what we have in front of us. Look—I think that's the house of the man who discovered the clearing in this area."
The soldiers turned their gaze toward a small house in the distance. A man was working the land, cursing under his breath as he drove his tool into the soil.
Krugger approached with measured steps and gave a small nod.
"Good afternoon, sir. I am Pedro, a humble merchant from Medellín, looking for places to sell flavored aguardiente from the region."
The old man stopped his work. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a hand darkened by the soil of Las Pailitas and leaned against his hoe, observing the "merchant" in silence.
Something did not sit right.
