The dawn broke clean and sharp. In their cages near by, two lions stretched, began their endless prowling. A caged cock pheasant woke screaming. A hare ran quickly over the brittle, dew-smirched summer grass. Stripped to the waist, two men faced each other —one young (32), lean and handsome, the other older (51), swarthy, heavy-shouldered.
This was more than an affair of honor between two men. Here, near a private zoo inside the walled gardens of the Villalos Granados, 20 miles from Buenos Aires, a duel was to be fought between principals who symbolized the basic cleavage in Argentine politics...
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