"By God!" he said, breaking off into song:

"Don't look so haughty, dear,
Banish all fears,
Kiss me and melt to me,
I'll drink up your tears!"


His alcoholic tenor trailed off into the night.

"Tell me what they call this ranch, woman?" the ser-
geant asked.

"Limon," the woman replied curtly, carrying wood to
the fire and fanning the coals.

"So we're in Limon, eh, the famous Demetrio Macias'
country, eh? Do you hear that, Lieutenant? We're in
Limon."

"Limon? What the hell do I care? If I'm bound for
hell, Sergeant, I might as well go there now. I don't
mind, now that I've found as good a remount as this!
Look at the cheeks on the darling, look at them! There's
a pair of ripe red apples for a fellow to bite into!"

"I'll wager you know Macias the bandit, lady? I was
in the pen with him at Escobedo, once."

"Bring me a bottle of tequila, Sergeant: I've decided