"I think you're a spy for the United States!"
The old man named Keller was furious. "Ronnie! Don't you dare accuse me. My eldest son serves in the military, my youngest son is enrolled in the Military Academy. My family has bled for Mexico, and the land I own was granted by the General. If the Yanks invade, I'll fight alongside the General to drive them back."
"At worst, it's death."
"Unlike you. Born without a pair to your name, you'd just hide in the back."
As soon as those words left his mouth, the other man's face contorted in rage as he gasped violently while seated. Elderly people nearby hurried to his side to ease his breathing and mediate.
"Alright, alright, we're all neighbors here. Say less. If your words cause him to collapse, how will you deal with it? Maybe your son will even have you executed," someone tugged at Keller's shirt and said.