Heaven and hell.

　　As it turned out, not all places in those parts were the same. At least, this was the first thought that came to Weasel in contemplating the natural beauty that was before him, when the caravan was only a few hours away from its destination. 　　Joe stopped the wagon and got off to look around with dreamy eyes like a kid at the circus. "I know this place. It's the Plaza Blanca," he began with a bad pronunciation of the

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