office more than a few months. San Marco’s enormous popularity with the
soldiers serving under him, as well as the romanticized folklore surrounding
his combat heroics, made him exulted by the masses.
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Figueroa San Marco, it could be said, was the most influential man in all
of Argentina.
General San Marco would often visit the sight of his new home to make
inspections and update or change architectural plans. There were no beatings
or dressing downs when he was on the job site. Tucho and Shaunaker were on
their best subservient behavior.
If the general was pleased with the progress, he would sometimes
speak directly to the assembled workers, thanking them and giving them
encouragement.
He is a man of regal bearing , Lonfranco thought.
Perhaps fifty years of age, the general was not an overly tall man, rather
more bowlegged in posture from too many years of cavalry service. He was
barrel-chested and powerfully built, however, with a large, hawk-like nose,
piercing eyes, and a shock of full, grey hair.
More than anything, it was his voice that inspired respect. One could just
imagine the booming baritone imploring his troop to ‘push on, push on to
glory!’ in the face of overwhelming enemy odds. His talks always left the men
with uplifted spirits. Even Tucho would be in a good mood for a few hours after
the general’s departure.
On the few occasions that work had fallen behind schedule due to excessive
rains or the unavailability of certain material, the general would quietly walk
off the sight. He would simply say to Shaunaker that he was sure that the
foreman would have the building timetable back on track soon.
This mild reprimand was translated into escalated proddings and beatings
by Tucho’s bullies. They would drive the men incessantly, often late into the
night. There was some talk among the workers of revolt on these occasions, but
each man needed this work, and no one was willing to actually put his job on
the line.
It was during one of Tucho’s foul moods that Luigi Monza accidentally
overturned a wheelbarrow of cement when its front wheel became bogged
down in the mud. Tucho was there in an instant, flailing away at Monza with
his baton while screaming insults and kicking the legs out from under the
startled, apologetic Italian. The cruel man’s gang now joined in, and Monza
was picked up and passed from bully to bully, pelted, beaten, and insulted.
Lonfranco’s blood was boiling. There was a ringing in his ears that he had
never experienced before, and he stood, shaking with rage.
Unable to control himself, the youth lunged at Tucho, knocking him into
the wheelbarrow and stumbling on into the mud. As the line boss tried to
regain his balance and composure, three well-placed punches to the face sent
the Argentine reeling backwards again, this time covered in his own blood.
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Lonfranco turned to face the other tormentors. As they came at him one
by one, he was able to dispatch each, in turn, into the muck. His co-workers
cheered him on heartily, but offered no assistance. Even Monza was too stunned
to come to Lonfranco’s aid.
Tucho, now brandishing a knife as well as his ever-present baton, had
maneuvered behind the boy and was about to strike a telling blow to his head
when a pistol shot exploded a few feet away. The combatants stopped dead in
their tracks.
There on a scaffold propped against cement blocks stood General Figueroa
San Marco. He motioned for Tucho to drop the knife, but the overseer was
so incensed at the loss of face he had suffered that he hesitated momentarily,
gesturing at Lonfranco to continue their dance of death.
A second shot struck the gleaming blade just inches above the handle,
carrying it out of the Tucho’s grasp. San Marco ordered the bully and his
followers off of his property at once, for he had witnessed the entire episode.
Loud cheers from the workers greeted this news, and they ran to
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