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From: | Stephanie Boyce |
Subject: | incline |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 22:39:38 +0200 |
It was not a city into which they had
come.
There were two white women with children. It will
go hardenough with those people on the trip south.
Then, as ifcool fingers had stroked him, one side
of it became still with theeye closed. Even between the whitesand the Indians there
was an obvious comradeship. It was the terror of her mother that she might bemade to
leave her behind.
His face, left white where the beard had been,
looked like apale mask of himself. They returned to the town and drew up before a
house where a bowlhung from a red pole. Mounted on abaggage mule with silver
housings, he curled his mustachios withpride. The man bowed to her as she sat in her
hooded cart witha seat.
He gave a whistle of cynicalsurprise and shouted
orders to take the prisoners back to thecárcel. It did not matter what, so long as
they wereof some value. Their sufferings were indecent and various.
Now then, Ill see thishermit who owned the
dog.
It is hard totell what might have happened to us in
the troubled times at home. He spent every night that way for some time. The inside
of his head felt like that too.
Their sufferings were indecent and various. Soon
there would be no more of either of them. With the rest of the Indians the governor
made short work. The population of the townpoured forth into the plaza to see the
Tejaños. Go back, she said to the young Indian driving her, I haveforgotten
something. Her husband, a tall, pale manfrom the banks of the Ohio, had been hurt
when he was captured.
Perhaps, that was what he had been waiting
for.
At last he motioned forthem to take Anthony
away.
She clutched it to her, warming the child against
her breast. The currency was bright pebblesand grains of corn. The tree was said
tohave been planted by Coronado. Still in a half-dreamingstate, he looked at the
figure in the moonlight.
Yes, very hurriedly this morning on a piece of
paper I found inthe street. Only the eyes were still bright and
blazing.
With the Americans Don Luis dealt at some length.
It would be just like You, he said, to send me to hell for itnow You are finished
with me. A sergeant came and cut off the dead mansears.
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