"You do the job for me. I'm not waiting any longer. I've made up my mind to take over Petaca. We can't go on waiting and waiting. My father's day is over."
Raul felt his voice was trembling, and tried to distract himself with the ash of his cigarette.
"There will be a lot of trouble," said Salvador, skeptical of such a decision. "People will take sides. We'll have our hands full."
"Are you afraid?" scoffed Raul.
"Of course not, patrón."
"Our people are hungry and sick," said Raul, staring at a stone embedded in the wall.
"I'll do my part," said Salvador humbly, picking the shred of paper from his lip. "I know that we need new carts, that carts need repairing.... There's a lot that needs doing."
"When you come to the house, bring Teresa. She can help us."
"I'm glad to move, but I must continue to look after these people, too. They're my friends." A hunch of his shoulder indicated those who lived in the surrounding huts.
"You can do both jobs," said Raul, and glanced at Salvador confidently.