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Then entered conversation wife with fright,
as Jose spoke things patron needed know.

"And you'll never be, Don Huerra. I've best sailing record of any coast line.
My times are best, rates lowest, safety record unmatched."
"What are you men talking about now, Jose? Wind's starting to blow again and
I'm getting cold. I do wish I'd brought my shawl. Look at those clouds! Do
they mean more rain?"
Both men looked at the sky. Nimbi heaped the heavens. More rain was coming.
"I think we've time to reach home if we hurry," Don Jose answered his wife.
"Why can't Senor Huerra's foreman drive us home, Jose? We don't have
to see the ship and it'd save time for you to go directly there. Perhaps his
man will continue to be gracious letting you use his horse. He can bring
the carriage later for Captain Thompson."
"El Segundo would be honored for you to sit his horse, Excellency. I myself
would consider it a rare privilege to ride at you side."
"What kind of horse does Diego Silva ride, Senor Huerra?"
"A black gelding, Excellency. Saddle is of the best leather with much silver on
cantle, stirrups and bridle. It would match your handsome black jacket and
pants. I pale in comparison."
"Idea is good, Don Huerra, but I must judge the horse and saddle myself."
"Certainly, Excellency."
"What do you ride? "
"A very insignificant sorrel."

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