body, breasts straining against the fabric of the white blouse she wore, her face lovely and appealing. But Rivera had expected little from the woman. The man was a different story; the Oriental looked like a warrior. The alcalde had expected the man to do the talking, but there was fire in the woman as well, fire and intelligence.
âMono would not be here if not for you,â a second man, one called Contreras, said. âHe would have come, drunk his liquor, watered his horses, and ridden on.â
âAfter stealing, raping, killing.â
âA few incidents always occur,â Contreras said, accepting the state of affairs with amazing readiness.
Another man, Arano, said, âWe are at the mercy of these men. What are we to do? We have no army garrison; not more than half a dozen men in the town have weapons. Mono sometimes comes with fifty men. We have learned not to struggle.â
âMaybe itâs time to learn to struggle,â Jessica said. âThese bandits come and have their way. Then they leave and youâre all relieved. But theyâll be back, again and again. I saw a man killed last night while trying to protect his wife. Perhaps next time it will be your wife, and it will be you who is killedâif you had enough nerve to walk up to Mono and try stopping things, that is.â
Arano winced under that stinging remark. âIf we do nothing, perhaps we will pay a price,â Rivera said, âbut if we do something, we know what will happen. All of us will be ruined; many of us will be dead.â
âWhat do you thinkâs happening out there right now!â Jessie snapped.
âBecause he wants you,â Rivera responded with a slight smile, âbecause he wants you and your friend.â
âBecause,â Jessica Starbuck, her voice barely under control, said, âhe is a mad dog and a murderer.â
âWhat would you have us do?â the alcalde asked. San Igancioâs mayor spread his hands. âI have no weapons. If I did, how would someone like me fight Mono and his bandits. They would kill me in a moment. You speak of fighting for our homes, businesses and familiesâwhat good does it do me to have a home if I am dead? What good am I to do for my family if Mono kills me and they bury me?â
âAt least,â Diego Cardero put in, âyou would die like a man instead of hiding like a cowering dog.â
Rivera didnât like that a bit. He knew Cardero as well, knew him as a bandit. âYour way of life has been the gun, Cardero. It is easy for you to speak. Besides, what are you after here? What profit is there for you in asking us to fight Mono?â
âNo profit but justice.â
âJustice! You donât know the meaning of that word. Caballero, you are an outlaw as bad as any of these others. I donât know what you want here, but it makes a man think to have one such as you come to us.â
âBelieve what you want,â Cardero said. âIâm just telling you thisâMono wonât stop until he is killed.â
Contreras said, âOr until he has these two back.â
The friar was glowering. âI have given these two sanctuary, Señor Contreras. Perhaps that means nothing to Mono. It should mean something to you.â
âYes, and the lives of my wife and children mean something as well!â Contreras wagged his head. âI am sorry, but to ask us to fightâit is something I am unwilling to do, unwilling to ask others to do.â
Maria Sanchez had stood quietly in the shadows of the rectory. Now for the first time she came forward and made her presence known. âThese are the men of San Ignacio? These are our respected leaders? Cowards! Fight now or watch the town burn.â
Riveraâs mouth was set. The eyes were no longer amused. Perhaps American women talked like that, but it was wrong for this daughter of San Ignacio to speak up.
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