She glared at one of the soldiers, this village was peaceful and they didn't need this kind of crap.  If the Government found out that rebels were here, they wouldn't hesitate to destroy Opelle and every person in it.  There wasn't a whole platoon, only ten of them, but that wouldn't matter if the regulars found them.  They'd demolish everything without any remorse.  She had to find a way to get these bozo's to leave.<br/><br/>"So Captain... how long will you and your men be in town."  She looked at the man as she spoke in perfect Spanish.<br/><br/>"Hola Chica, we are going to be here for a long time.  Dis place suits me.  Pretty women, clean water. Why should we leave?" he leered at her.<br/><br/>"Because, the Regulars come by here often, and if they find you, they'll kill you and everyone else here.  If you are really out to save the common man, you'll take your rest and leave first thing in the morning."  She pushed then, and the man looked dazed for a moment before he nodded, his cigarette falling from his lax lips.<br/><br/>"Si, Si... tomorrow morning we leave." he agreed.<br/><br/>She smiled softly then and walked away.  He wouldn't know what happened, only that his mind was made up and wouldn't change now.  Her gifts were good for somethings.  That was why this place survived so well.  She found Maria and the girls sewing and settled down on the dirt floor of their hut to join them.  She nodded when they spoke to her, telling her that the soldiers would be gone tomorrow.  She didn't know that Tomorrow might already be too late.