HARD MAN FALLING by J.D.Buchanan
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At a well-known building on the deserted shore of Lake Quechua situated in a tiny mountain valley near Samandaca, Colombia, state of Boyaca, a party was in progress. To describe it as “lurid” would be vastly understating its possibilities.
Once a proper resort in the German-Swiss chalet style, in recent years the venue was never referred to in polite society, that is, feminine society, other than by its euphemism, “The Villa.” In reality, it was an elegant bordello, mostly servicing the men made wealthy by the surrounding emerald mines, the largest in the world.
The orgiastic party, very private, was hosted by Cesar Linares, one of the brothers of the late Don Alberto Linares, the so-called “Emerald King” of these mountains, on the occasion of his adopted son’s birthday.
The son, Oscar Fuentes, a thick-set, dark-minded young man with a morbid humor was on that day twenty-nine. He had maintained his surname, Fuentes, despite his gratitude to his “father” for taking him off of the streets of Bogotá when he was eight.
Oscar had been one of those wild young “gamines,” orphans who roam South American cities in gangs seeking out targets of opportunity. He could not remember either of his real parents, if he had ever had any as opposed to a squat and drop in the fields or alleys, nor how he got on the streets. He had bestowed the Fuentes name upon himself for reasons he had forgotten.
He paraded himself as a “businessman” but was unrecognizable as a Linares, an aristocratic Castilian family that claimed to descend from the Conquistadors. He wore loud clothes, chewed with his mouth open and intimidated people when he entered a room. There was no doubt that Cesar, childless in his only marriage, loved him, but essentially he was his father’s thug, capable of anything.
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