FÉLIX
New Mexico, 1890
We wear white hats, white capes, white masks,
as we ride through the night, cutting
barbed-wire fences.
We’re careful never to hurt anyone.
All we want is open pasture for our livestock,
because we were here long before these new
fence-loving ranchers arrived.
Maybe we’ll switch to elections as a path
toward preserving our traditional way of life.
How many local voters would support us
if we ran for seats in the Territorial Legislature?
Nearly all! We win!
Now we can show our faces in daylight,
unmasked!