The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez
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The personnel of the ranch often used to comment on the resemblance of
certain youths laboring here the same as the others, galloping from the first streak of dawn over the fields, attending to the various duties of pasturing. The overseer, Celedonio, a half-breed thirty years old, generally detested for his hard and avaricious character, also bore a distant resemblance to the patron. Almost every year, some woman from a great distance, dirty and bad-faced, presented herself at the ranch, leading by the hand a little mongrel with eyes like live coals. She would ask to speak with the proprietor alone, and upon being confronted with her, he usually recalled a trip made ten or twelve years before in order to buy a herd of cattle. "You remember, Patron, that you passed the night on my ranch because the river had risen?" The Patron did not remember anything about it. But a vague instinct warned him that the woman was probably telling the truth. "Well, what of it?" "Patron, here he is. . . . It is better for him to grow to manhood by your side than in any other place." And she presented him with the little hybrid. One more, and offered with such simplicity! . . . "Lack of religion and good habits!" Then with sudden modesty, he doubted the woman's veracity. Why must it necessarily be his? . . . But his wavering was generally short-lived. "If it's mine, put it with the others." |
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