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Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico |
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He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago |
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They crossed at the river levee when Louis was just sixteen |
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And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin |
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They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons, one thing you will learn: |
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For everything the north-a gives, it exacts a price in return." |
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They worked side by side in the orchards from morning till the day was through |
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Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do. |
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Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands |
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Well deep in Fresno county there was a deserted chicken ranch. |
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There in a small tin shack on the edge, on the edge of a ravine, |
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Miguel and Louis stood cooking methamphetamine. |
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BREAK: |
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You could spend a year in the orchards, or make half as much in one shift |
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Working for the men from Sinaloa. Ah, but if you slipped. |
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The hydriodic acid could burn right through your skin |
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They'd leave you spittin' up blood in the desert if you breathed those fumes in. |
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It was early one winter evening as Miguel stood watch outside |
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When the shack exploded, lighting up the valley night. |
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Miguel carried Louis' body over his shoulder down a swale to the creekside |
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And there in the tall grass Louis Rosales died. |
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Miguel lifted Louis' body into the truck and then he drove |
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To where the morning sunlight fell on a eucalyptus grove. |
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There in the dirt he dug up ten thousand dollars, all that they'd saved, |
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Kissed his brother's lips and placed him in his grave |