Maria could see it in his eyes. She and Juana were not wanted or welcome here. She glanced over at the pretty woman, now keeping busy with something at the stove. She looked back at the man smoking. It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t like the mean man at the village, and he wasn’t like the rurale, Pendejo Pedro, and he wasn’t like Sanchez. He was just a man who did not want to take in two girls and she couldn’t fault him for that.
“Gringos are all assholes.” Juana looked at the man and then at Maria. She was pleased with herself for such a bold declaration. She sat smugly finishing the food on Maria’s plate.
“What are gringos?”
Juana laughed and looked at the man. “Maria is from the country. I think she lived under a rock. She knows almost nothing.”
The man nodded, knowingly. “The Americanos, the ones up north. They’re not all assholes, just most of them.”
The pretty assistant came back and wanted to know what they were talking about. She blew air between pursed lips. “No, this is not a good idea. They would not do well up there. They have no English and they are too dark. The Americanos don’t like Indians. Look at what happened with Custer.”
The man ignored her and stood up. “Well, maybe so.” He was not really interested in what they would do next, as long as they were not living with him. He wandered outside and left the three of them alone. Maria's Trail
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