It is his duty to take the young couples to the padre to be married.

But the padre is far away and comes around only once a year, and sometimes even less frequently, and then the fiscal, so to say, rounds up all the matrimonially inclined.

On account of their innate ardour to comply with all religious requirements the Tarahumares are willing to go through the ceremony, though to them it has no significance beyond the payment of one dollar.

On this account they do not mind waiting for the padre's blessing for a couple of years, until they get ready to part with the dollar, thereby generally saving an extra trip for baptising.
As the padre's visits are so few and far between, the fiscal even considers it incumbent upon himself to make up matches on his own account, telling the people that when the padre comes they should be ready to get married.

But so independent are the Tarahumare girls that it has happened that when the padre asks the portentous question, they cry, "Kaeke, kaeke" ("No, no"), and run away.
In my time there was a padre (now removed) who emulated the example of the shamans and was frequently in his cups.