When the American government puts its seal upon the seal of Spain and restores my land to me, these unasked tenants will go the way they came.

There will be no clash." But he sighed even while he made the statement, as if the subject were neither new nor pleasant to dwell upon.
"Why," demanded Jose bitterly, "should the Americanos presume to question our right to our land?
You and my father made the valley what it is; your shiploads of hides and tallow that you sent from Yerba Buena made the town prosper, and called adventurers this way; and now they steal your cattle and lands, and their government is the biggest thief of all, for it tells them to steal more.

They will make you poor, Don Andres, while you wait for them to be just.

No, I permit no 'prairie schooner' to stop, even that their oxen may drink.

My vaqueros ride beside them till they have crossed the boundary.