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Margarita XLVI

Contributed by ramfire on Friday, 27th December 2002 @ 06:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Thus they must speed as day was growing late,
but conversation stayed them for a while.
The ladies needed time at any rate
to comb long hair, their fingernails to file.

It was so. Captain Thompson felt a trifle guilty. He looked closer at the man. He
saw that the sleeping Mexican wasn't drunk. "I misjudged," he admitted.
Segundo frowned. Why should his opinion matter? Sitting on the edge of the
carriage seat he adjusted his gun belt around his waist; butt handle felt good against
his inside left wrist. "Diego," Huerra spoke quickly. "This is
Captain Thompson of the Brig La Paloma. I know you're glad to meet him, eh
compadre." He winked a warning. Segundo nodded his shaggy head, eyes
shifting to the tall Yanqui captain. Getting out of the carriage, he slowly extended
his hand in greeting. "It's good to meet Patron's friends," he said dryly. Captain's
hand was rough, calloused from hard work.
"Happy to know you, Mister Silva," he said. Diego didn't like the calloused hand
or having to look up to him. He walked away to stand beside his patron.
Don Hernandez spoke. "Senor Huerra, perhaps we should think about leaving. It's
yet day and roads aren't too good now with all this mud. One of my twins might
break a leg and then what'll I do?"
"I think your horse would be irreplaceable, Excellency. Who in all California has
such fine horses?" Don Hernandez smiled appreciatively. "Thank you,
Senor Huerra, but I think the best horses must come from Rancho de Plata. Didn't
I ride Bravo and see your sorrel?"

Copyright © ramfire ... [ 2002-12-27 18:20:00]
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Re: Margarita XLVI (User Rating: 1 )
by boricuacd on Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 05:12:54 PM AEST
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good job

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