He stood up, with me on top of him. He was a giant and I a snail holding on to his shoulders trying not to fall. I was taller than most people here, but Del Río towered over me. He dropped me on the ground and punched my face so hard and fast I couldn’t even react.

His fist felt like a brick. Had he broken my jaw?

So now I knew what it felt like to be in a man fight. I guess I can add this to my list of experiences I never want to repeat.

Luckily and shockingly, my glasses were still in place, and apparently intact. But Del Río wasn’t done. I shut my eyes when I saw his fist coming at me again, but something stopped it. I heard a groan and a thump and when I opened my eyes, Del Río was on the ground and Martin over him.

“Stop it!” Angélica said.

Laurent pinned Martin’s arms back so he wouldn’t hit Del Río.

“Get out of here!” she told the neighbor. “I don’t want you on my property ever again!”

Martin jerked his arm free from Laurent’s grip.

Heaving, Del Río stood up straight and assessed every one of us for a moment. “¡Malnacidos! ” He stormed out and continued swearing under his breath.

Martin came toward me, hands resting on his hips.

“Are you all right?”

I nodded, rubbing the side of my face.

“Come on.” He offered me his arm and pulled me up.

Angélica and Laurent gaped at me. I didn’t blame them. I didn’t know what had come over me, either. Only that the fight on the ship—the fight where Cristóbal had lost his life—propelled me to act like I should’ve done that fateful night. Why did it bother me so much to see that man choking Martin?

I followed Martin through the patio toward the back of the hacienda. I still couldn’t believe that idiot had punched me. Then again, he didn’t know I was a woman.

But Martin did.

“Where are we going?” I said.

“To my house. I have dressings and an iodine ointment for your bruise.” His voice softened as we drifted away from the hacienda. “You shouldn’t have attacked him.”

“He was choking you,” I said.

“I know how to defend myself.”

“Really?” I stopped and gave him my meanest look. That was how he thanked my efforts?

“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to anybody defending me.” He attempted a smile. “But thank you.”

* * *

As we entered Martin’s house, Mayra rushed to the entrance to kiss my hand.

“Don Cristóbal! What a pleasure to see you here! Thanks to you my baby will now have a roof over his head.”