Venezuelan cowboys aren't much different than the ones you might see in Texas. We call them Llaneros, because most of them are working in the savannahs, or Llanos in Spanish. The dead cowboy that we Machacas saw on the concrete slab behind the clinic in Campo Mata was one. He'd been shot in the chest, so it wasn't nearly as gross as the guy who'd gotten smushed by all that steel pipe my Dad's company uses to drill for oil. We didn't think much of it until we found his silver spurs at Pablo Malo's banana plantation. After that things got all outta hand. In the end, we figured out who killed the cowboy, but it wasn't easy. 'Course, you'll have to read the book to get the whole story.
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