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There's plenty of pretty girls to give us a good time," Blondie said. "Right now I feel like getting damn drunk," Demetrio answered, spurring his horse forward and leaving them as if he wished to abandon himself entirely to his sadness. After many hours of riding he called Cervantes. "Listen, Tenderfoot, why in hell do we have to go to Aguascalientes?"
One day he asked him if the soldiers gave him his daily ration of meat and milk; Luis Cervantes was forced to answer that his sole nourishment was whatever the old ranch women happened to give him and that everyone still considered him an intruder. "Look here, Tenderfoot, they're all good boys, really," Demetrio answered. "You've got to know how to handle them, that's all.
"See here, brothers," he said, "I spits out the truth when I sees something. I always tell the boss that if these people stick to us very long we'll be in a hell of a fix. Certainly! How can anyone think otherwise? I've no hair on my tongue; and by the mother that bore me, I'm going to tell Demetrio so myself."
I was half dead with fever ... and all the time I saw that glass of water, blue ... so blue ... and I heard her little voice, 'Don't you want any more? That voice tinkled in my ears like a silver hurdy-gurdy! Well, Pancracio, what about it? Shall we go back to the ranch?" "Demetrio, we're friends, aren't we? Well then, listen. You may not believe it, but I've had a lot of experience with women.
I heard about the beatings you gave the Federals from Tepic to Durango." Natera shook hands with Demetrio effusively while Luis Cervantes said: "With men like General Natera and Colonel Demetrio Macias, we'll cover our country with glory." Demetrio understood the purpose of those words, after Natera had repeatedly addressed him as "Colonel."
They glance up in supplication at the nearest soldier; but they are seized with horror. For they have just seen the Roman soldier who crucified Our Lord in the Via Crucis of the parish! They have seen Pancracio! Demetrio repeats his order to search. Once again the women disappear to return this time with a moth-eaten wallet containing a few Huerta bills.
Demetrio pulled out his jeweled gold watch, asking Anastasio Montanez to tell him the time. Anastasio glanced at the watch, then, poking his head out of a small window, gazed at the starry sky. "The Pleiades are pretty low in the west. I guess it won't be long now before daybreak...." Outside the restaurant, the shouts, laughter and song of the drunkards rang through the air.
Demetrio listened benevolently, and, when Anastasio had finished, he replied: "You're right, there's no gettin' around it, we're in a bad way. The soldiers grumble about the officers, the officers grumble about us, see?
And we're damn well ready now to send both Villa and Carranza to hell to have a good time all by themselves.... I guess we're in the same fix as that peon from Tepatitlan who complained about his boss all day long but worked on just the same. That's us. We kick and kick, but we keep on killing and killing. But there's no use in saying anything to them!" "Why, Demetrio?"
By ten o'clock, Luis Cervantes yawned with boredom, said good night to Blondie and War Paint, who were downing endless drinks on a bench in the square, and made for the barracks. The drawing room was alone furnished. As he entered, Demetrio, lying on the floor with his eyes wide open, trying to count the beams, gazed at him. "It's you, eh? What's new? Come on, sit down."
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