THE INSURGENCE of CHAN SANTA CRUZ

 

 

  

CHAPTER TWELVE

 

         These confederates of don Antonio... all of whom had availed themselves of the opportunity to remove their masks... were Pedro Salazar, a Merida lawyer whose clients numbered some of the montes and the influential politicians of the capital, and don Andre Barzon, a hacendado related, in a fashion, to don Antonio. As the son of Renaldo, a brother of don Pedro, Andre was a sort of nephew- in-law of Antonio Macias, a man ten years his junior.

         He was also an opponent of Salazar, who for personal and professional reasons was an ally of Governor Francisco Canton of the Yucatecan state. At issue was the always-pressing problem of whether the eastern portion of that state... with its humid jungles, wild snakes and jaguars and wilder Cruzob... should be cleaved and established as a Federal territory, the better to be pacified or, frankly, cleansed of its rebellious Maya inhabitants. "Another Federal plot," he sneered. Don Andre felt that the nation had lost a great opportunity in the failed union with Texas, but graciously used the affectionate term for the President of Mexico. "In this matter, don Porfirio has received bad counsel."

         "Nonsense," replied the attorney. "Shall the east remain forever wild, a harborer of snakes, disease and other dangers? The Federal battalions will make a paradise of this wasteland, and those with the foresight to back the government shall profit by it. This new General that don Porfirio is sending to replace those incompetents presently in the field... Bravo is his name, Ignacio Bravo... he has a history with the indians! So, within three months, all Merida will be shouting "Bravo!"... or the President will have him relieved of his command."

         The next words came from one of two men seated on a couch immaculately white and smooth, only slightly more so than its inhabitants. In dress they differed much, but their faces could be deemed nearly identical, save for the large black wart that graced the chin of the speaker. One might have thought Raul Montez-Betancourt and Agustin Montez-Betancourt to be twins... but they were only cousins and, in fact, bitter opponents; Agustin loyal to the capital and Salazar's faction, Raul to Governor Canton and the secessionists. The Montez and Betancourt families had crawled up the Yucatecan tree like two vines of opposing species. Agustin's father, a Montez, has eloped with a señorita of the Betancourts, paying for this rashness with ten year exile in New Orleans to escape assassins hired by the outraged in-laws. Arturo Betancourt, in turn, had taken Carmen Montez who bore him a son, Raul, perpetuating a tangled skein of loyalty and revenge that ever simmered just beneath the temperature of murder.

         Both cousins would have been surprised, and gravely insulted, to have their situation compared with the simple peons who worked their estates and, also, soaked their jealousies in complicated wines of vengeance.

         "Look to the map," Raul suggested to the assembled gentlemen. Our esteemed Governor has sworn he will not stand for another term if this proposal is passed. For myself, I do not believe that you win a point by cutting your own throat. But there comes a time when men of the peninsula must stand for their own interest."

         "In such case," don Antonio replied, "we must be mindful of that on which we stand." Although seldom consumed with such conspiracies, the patron of Idznacab tended to side with his local interests, except when their position was foolish or hopeless, as frequently occurred. "We must be aware that this has never been a problem easy to dismiss. As you know, this dispute between the Capitaleños and our own State government predates the Conquest."

         "Rubbish," snorted don Andre. "These foolish indians and their superstitions are of no account and never shall be! Where's a waiter... it's time I refilled my glass."

         Don Antonio, also desiring escape from the dispute that would never end, nodded towards Salazar to open the door. A thirst had overtaken him, as well, and it irked him to be perceived marking the beginning of the coming century cloistered away with those determined to waste the rest of their days picking over the mistakes of that which would be soon behind.

 

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