In Old California 20
Good Father Saez was right about the rain.
It didn't beat against the wooden door.
Without the rain their carriage they could gain,
and Jose made his way down tiled brown floor
to seek the colonnade and stay not more.
Now leaving nave, group strolled the covered way.
Then Jose noticed daughter's spirit soar
and listened keen what lady spoke to say.
"Margarita, be careful you don't get the edge of your dress in
the water. There's many little puddles by the edge of the walk."
"Yes, mother. I'll be careful. I'll take good care of my new dress."
"I think blue's your best color, dear. Black mantilla and gloves go
well with it. Your pearl tiara is exquisite. Black pearl is so hard
to find. Where did you get it?"
"Uncle Miquel gave it to me at my Quincenera," Margarita lied.
"I think it must be worth much money. Take good care of it."
"I would lay down my life for it."
Several steps back, beyond range of hearing, Don Huerra spoke
privately to foreman, Diego Silva. They spoke not of weather,
religion, or business, but only of the beautiful senorita walking
ahead. It was in mind of the middle-age vaquero to own this
proud, willful woman. He wanted to break her spirit as he
had done so often with wild mares. He wanted to teach her many
things, to have her desperately want and love him. El Segundo
listened attentively, little black eyes glowing like furnace coals.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2018
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