It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in the lush Cauca River Valley, deep in the Colombia interior, where the look of peace can be deceptive. Near the town of Toro, men shuffled easily down the dirt road from the cantina; women sat idly in their front yards. Then along the irrigation levee swaggered a dozen young men dressed in soldiers' olive drab, carrying submachine guns and pistols. They blocked the road in front of the hacienda La Punta and grabbed everyone who came along, robbing them and clubbing some unconscious. Then they...
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