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[bodytext] => A need to justify his riding gave
Don Jose Sor a troubled moment's grief. For wife had wanted husband Jose brave sedately making ride back rather brief. Don Hernandez hoped to clarify the point with his wife. "Bravo's a wonderful animal, Rose. He answers quickly to the touch of reign and spur. I felt very much at ease on him." "You don't often sit an unknown horse, Jose. I was worried about you. Couldn't you have been content to ride and not show off?" "No senora, I'm their Alcalde. Could I do less? It was expected of me." Diego Silva spoke. " Excellency, from what my patron tells me, Bravo will never be as well ridden again." Diego's remark pleased Huerra. He spoke to his Excellency. "Segundo's the best horse trainer in all of California, Excellency. I wish I could persuade him to sell me Bravo, but he won't. He's trained my sorrel. so I suppose I should be content with that. It's a good second." Don Hernandez stroked his white goatee in thought, eyes twinkling. "Diego Silva," he spoke in jest, "what will it take to have you come work for me? I'll double anything Don Huerra pays you." "Patron gives me good beans, Excellency. I have a roof over my head most of the time and he lets me curse. Could I do better here?" [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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