b-r-a-v-o

Updated: June 13, 2025

Dios de mi vida! his eyes are like dark blue stars. And he is so cold! He alone he seems not to care. Madre de Dios! Madre de Dios! he wins again! No! no! no! Yes! Ay! yi! yi! B-r-a-v-o!" Guido Cabañares dug his spurs into his horse and dashed to the head of the field, where Don Vicente sat at the left of General Castro. He was followed hotly by several friends, sympathetic and indignant.

Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton - The Splendid Idle Forties: Stories of Old California