“You could have left a swallow of wine.”
“I have another bottle. Do you want me to open it?” She was pleased to see her little friend.
“No, save it for tomorrow. That woman’s right, you know.”
“God and heaven and such.”
“Really?” Maria was intrigued as she thought that Juana must know, she was dead and in that world. “What of this reincarnation? Is that right?”
Juana shrugged her shoulders and Maria became a little annoyed.
“What sort of answer is that?”
“I don’t know, Maria. I don’t know.” She grinned at Maria. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know, but she’s right, and you don’t have to be mad at God so much.”
“Oh, so you think I should stop?”
“No. I didn’t say stop. By the way, you did good by those bandits. My goodness, you were a wildcat.”
Maria blushed. “Oh, that wasn’t so hard. They were drunk.”
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t need to have a fair fight with a pair like that. Just rub ‘em out.”
“Do you know what happened to them?”
“Oh sure.” She became distracted and was looking for something else to eat. “How ‘bout a cigar, Maria?”
Maria handed her one and lit one for herself and they smoked together.
“So, what happened to them?”
“The bandits I killed.”
“Damn it, Juana, stop shrugging. What happened to them? Did they go to hell?”
“I don’t remember.” She stood up and threw her cigar into the fire. “I’ve gotta have a pee.” She got up and Maria became tired. She closed her eyes while she waited for Juana to come back and soon fell into a deep sleep. Maria's Trail