"I heard you."
"You talk of improvements. I'll cut your income. I can control Petaca." Fernando's sheet billowed and sank back.
"You can't!" Raul exclaimed.
"Raul—you can't better Petaca on one hand and undermine it on the other. Your radical ideas will ruin us."
"So we must hold our own by destroying others."
"It's a system like any other."
"That's no excuse."
"What will you do? Divide our land? The Indians owned it once. Will you give it back?" His voice crackled.
"That can be answered later," Raul said.
"When? Tomorrow? Next month? How long will you wait?"