The way your vaqueros parted and galloped around our camp was a pretty good imitation of their preliminary flourishes." "Still, I do not come in war," Jose returned, and looked full at the other.

"I hope that we shall have peace, Senor Hunter; though one day I shall meet that friend of yours in war, if the saints permit.

And may the day come soon." "Whatever quarrel you may have with Jack, I hope it will not hinder us from working together without bad feeling between us." Dade threw away his cigarette and took a step nearer, so that the vaqueros could not hear.
"Don Jose, I know you don't like a gringo major domo to lead Don Andres' vaqueros on rodeo.

I don't blame you Californians for being prejudiced against Americans, because you've been treated pretty shabbily by a certain class of them.

But you're not so narrow you can't see that we're not all alike.