Hispaniola 1830: The Nation State : Jonathan Olvera
The sun dipped low in the horizon, casting a warm amber glow over the vast expanse of the desert. The silhouettes of the cacti stretched tall and thin like sentinels guarding the secrets of the sands. It was a serene scene, untouched by the chaos of civilization, a stark contrast to the turbulent clouds of dust that swirled in the distance. At the heart of this tranquility, a solitary figure emerged, riding a creature that was a cross between a horse and a dragonfly. The creature's wings beat rhythmically, a soft humming that was lost in the desert's quietude. In the vast expanse of the American Southwest, the air hung heavy with the scent of sagebrush and the distant murmur of a restless world. The sun painted the horizon with fiery strokes, casting long shadows over the rugged landscape. A solitary figure emerged from the dust, a silhouette against the dying embers of the day. He was a man of simple means, clad in the worn attire of a traveler who had seen too much. His eyes...