"Two men died that night, and three families are thrown into desolation," said a swarthy Sicilian with set lips one day last week, "but it was a crime of honor, and, praise God, honor is a word still held sacred in Sicily." "Where there is no honor," said his companion in solemn agreement, "there is chaos."
Tucked in a narrow gorge of the mountains some 13 miles from Palermo, the little town of Borgetto knows chaos aplenty when the summer droughts end and the mountain waters, slimy and grey, go roiling and boiling...
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