At Cidra, high in the mountains of central Puerto Rico, Luis Muñoz Marin was taking it easy. The island's first elected governor had shut himself off from the well-wishers who had turned his town house into a public place. Only for leathery jibaros (farmers) like Eustachio Pérez Guzman was the door still open. Eustachio had vowed that if victory came to the Popular Democratic Party, he would go and kneel before Don Luis. To finance the journey, he had sold two of his six chickens, set out from his remote western hamlet...
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