“How you doin’ handsome?”
He suddenly had a thought and answered in Spanish. “Hola, señorita.”
She looked back at her lover and smiled. “Awe, he’s adorable, and he speaks only Mexican.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Sounds like Chinks talkin’ to me.”
“No it don’t.” The man eyed Ramon carefully, taking his measure. Neither he nor the whore had been this far south before; neither spoke any Spanish. It would be interesting, and likely difficult to get the Mexican to do much of any kind of work, but the thin man would give it a good try.
He looked up ahead as he adjusted the oar in his hands. “Alright, get ready, there’s white water up ahead.”
Ramon turned to look in the direction the man had indicated, remembering that he was not supposed to understand the words. This would be tricky, and he wondered if it would not be wiser to just speak to them in English and get it over with now.
The woman jumped into action and Ramon dropped down and stood on the deck of the boat and held on as he watched the couple negotiate the rapids. They were pretty good but still green, and Ramon knew this because anyone with any sense would have pulled to shore and walked the rapids down to survey them before just riding over them. It was going to be a long ride back to Mexico.
But the woman was nice to watch as she was agile and pretty good at paddling and pushing off of boulders and, as it is always nice to see a beautiful woman nearly naked doing anything, Ramon was satisfied with the view. He took his ride on the rapids in stride, careful not to be too obvious in his ogling. She had pretty bare feet and he mostly stood still looking forward, then down at the deck and the barelegged beauty out of the corner of his eye. Allingham: Desperate Ride