"Who's out there?" Fernando asked. "What's happening?"
"There are a lot of men. Pedro ... many men ... I don't know just who they are."
"So Pedro has turned against me, the god-damn' bastard. I—"
A volley of shots tore into the house, and Raul and Manuel returned the fire. Rifle bullets cracked above, sounding steadily.
"Our men are shooting from the roof," Raul said to Manuel.
The old man coughed and tried to see; he blinked and tugged at his chair.
Raul, tormented by the firing, his father's presence, the destruction, fired recklessly.
"Take it slow, Raul," Manuel said. "First thing you know, you'll be taking chances."
Raul nodded.
Crawling to the far end of the room, he opened a French door and aimed carefully at a man on the wall; as he shot, he noticed one of Petaca's guards firing from the corner turret.