I'd like to be friends, if you will, but I'm not going to apologize for being a gringo, nor for being here in charge of this camp.
I didn't choose my nationality, and I didn't ask for my job.

I'll give you a square deal, and I want you to know that if there's any grudge between us, it's all on your side." Jose's fingers fumbled the little corn-husk wrapping for the cigarette he meant to make.

"Senor, I repeat what I said to Manuel last night," he said, after a pause.

"If all gringos were like you, we Californians would like the name better.

But I thought you would stand by your friend--" "And so I will, to the last--" Not being of a theatrical temperament, Dade balked at protestations of his loyalty.