The Appaloosa Page #2

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Now I must dry you out.

Gives you

a nice clean bath, s?

S.

But you are

such a filthy gring0,

I could spend all day here

cleanin' you up.

I want to thank you

for your nice present.

I would have paid for him.

I pay all my debts, se0r.

You want

your horse back, hmm?

Would you

like your horse?

Well, then,

come to Cocatlan.

Oh, you're not

very good at that.

You're not very good

at anything.

Adis, amig0.

Well, I wanna tell you,

it sure feels good

to get that

goat hair off of me.

You got somethin'

I can wipe my face with, Ana?

Where in the hell

is Paco?

Probably gettin' drunk

all over again.

Okay, sweetheart,

how do you like me now?

It's so white

from where the beard was.

Yeah. Let's see,

hmm,

if we can

work this thing out.

Yeah. That ought to do it.

Ana, bring...

Oh, here, good.

Mmm- hmm.

Leave that stain on a while.

Coffee grounds

do not make a Mexican.

Go and get

the old man's jacket,

will you?

I wanna try it on.

Mateo, do not go.

Ana, excuse me,

sweetheart.

Do not go.

I'll be back in a few days.

No, you will not be back

in a few days,

or a few weeks,

or a few months.

We will be lightin' candles

for the dead.

If we're gonna have a ranch,

we gotta have a horse

around here.

A ranch. W- what do we need

with a ranch?

It's only more work.

Yeah, that's not

what you were sayin'

yesterday.

We want you, Mateo.

You're more important to us

than any ranch.

Oh, Ana, I'll be back here

with that horse

before you can turn around.

It'll be as easy

as cuttin' butter.

It is your throat

that will be cut, Mateo.

You do not know

about Chuy Medina.

Well, the man stole my horse.

What the hell

am I supposed to do?

Go over there and, uh,

and sit down in the river

and forget about it?

Horse.

Horse. I am tired

of hearin'

about that horse.

You drifter.

You come in here

worryin' about a horse.

What do you think

will happen to my family?

All right, go to Mjic0.

Go get it.

He will cut you up

in little pieces,

and we will bury you

and plant more corn.

You just

don't understand.

It's not about a man

stealin' my horse, Ana.

It's about somethin'

that happened

a long time ago,

before you was even born.

It started when Paco's dad

picked me up

when I was a scared,

dirty, skinny, little runt,

and brought me home here,

to live.

Scrubbed me up and treated me

like I was his own blood.

And he never

gave up on me, Ana.

Not- - not even when I stole.

Not even when I lied

or when I cheated him.

I've seen him sweat

like an ox

in the corn field

all so as he can get

some grub on the table for us.

No matter

how hard he worked,

no matter how worn out

he was after workin',

he used to come here

and sit in this chair

and play the guitar

and sing us a song,

teach us a little bit

how to read,

best he knew how, anyway.

About that time,

I left here with that old

one- eyed mule and $1.86

in my pocket.

And that was

all the grubstake

he had to give me.

And I had big ideas

about what I was goin' to do,

how I was going to

get myself a hat full of gold,

come back here

with a real pretty lady,

and build us a big

old hacienda out there

by the pig house

so as the old man

wouldn't have to work no more.

I thought,

maybe with a good stallion,

we can build us

a little horse ranch

and give it to the kids.

That old man spent

a whole lot of years

tryin' to make...

A decent man out of me,

and gettin' that horse

was about the only way

I can see

to payin' him back.

I never realized

that his arms

were so short.

Well, here comes Paco.

Paco, Paco,

reason with him.

Tell him not to go.

There is nothin' I can do.

Okay, kid,

where are we goin'

and how do we get there?

Once you go

across the river into Mjic0,

you take the main carretera

to Cocatlan.

Always keep goin'

in the southwest.

It's one, two days' ride.

Remember,

Chuy is not just one man,

Chuy is an army.

Please,

don't trust anyone.

Mateo,

you may get cold.

Hope not.

Flaco.

Pulque?

S.

Permit me, se0r,

to buy you a pulque.

With pleasure, amig0.

Is this your first visit

to this pulquera?

Yes.

It's a nice

little place, though.

They got a few flies

in the pulque,

but not too many.

Do you know, se0r,

where the custom

comes from,

to drink the first litr0

without stopping?

No, I don't know

how that started.

I was just wondering.

I do not know, either.

For you.

No, gracias.

You don't have a light

for my cigarr0?

Gracias.

Where you go, se0r?

Do you have business

somewhere in Sonora?

No, I'm going to Batopilas.

Batopilas?

S.

That is a long

ways from here.

Do you know this town?

Sure.

I want to ask you a question.

Does, uh, Catamaria still have

her little cantina there?

Catamaria?

It's just one

room and she has, uh,

only two tables

and she cooks on the floor,

but her chicken mole,

ay yi yi,

c0mpadre, it is the best.

There is a girl there now,

I wonder if you know her.

What is her name? Uh...

She has red hair

and almost white eyes.

I have- - I have not been

there for a long time.

But I don't remember any girl

with red hair and white eyes.

Hmm.

I'm going to tell

you something, se0r.

I don't think that you know

too much about Batopilas.

Hmm.

You are very smart, se0r.

And you are very impolite.

Unless it is the custom

to try to make

a fool of strangers

in this little place.

That's for your pulque,

amig0.

Flaco,

you been in Batopilas?

S.

Is there a woman

there named Catamaria

who is famous for

her chicken mole?

There is only one

cantina in Batopilas

run by a blind man

named Pedro

and his chicken mole

is terrible.

Hmm.

Against the wall.

Now, who are you?

I'm coming from the north,

se0r.

I'm going to my

home in Batopilas.

Then you are not one

of Chuy's pist0ler0s

looking for

some lamb to roast?

No, se0r.

Ah.

Batopilas, eh?

You go to Cocatlan, se0r?

Yes.

Come.

You will have

something to eat first.

Hmm? Chuy.

The gring0 you wait for

is coming to Cocatlan.

I am sure it is him.

If the stew is not hot enough,

here is some more pepper.

Very hot.

Poor Maria,

her mother is in the stew.

She was killed by one

of Chuy's pist0ler0s.

Just practicing to kill.

Enjoy, se0r? Is good.

She is pleased. She watches.

You do not have to

go to Cocatlan, se0r,

to get to Batopilas.

I know a very good road.

It will save you five,

maybe six hours.

Well, I've heard about

the women in Cocatlan,

and I've been

alone for 2 weeks now,

and I was looking

forward a little bit

to see them, you know.

And they look forward to you.

You will be

wise to take, se0r,

the road that

Ramos shows you.

Do not go to Cocatlan,

se0r.

Go back to your home.

Go back to Ojo Prieto,

gring0.

When I woke up from siesta,

that pig, Lazaro,

was sitting on my bed.

It does not matter to you?

Did he harm you?

I run to Manuela's room.

Amig0, you are getting old.

I remember when your legs

were faster than a woman's.

When your arms

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