The White Horse Page #2

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~ Then what are these, just empty

words? ~ And ol! ~ Thank you.

What are you doing here, kiddo?

This area is banned to minors.

Come on, get out.

~ Ante.

~ I'm in.

Ten.

We mustn't refuse the gent who gave us the chicken.

Raise ten.

~ Fold.

~ I'll see you.

Ten, and ten more.

~ Raise ten.

~ Call.

I'll take one.

Wow!

I'll have a shot, give me three.

Complete. Bet.

Hey, Joselito, you want to be my capitalist partner?

Does that mean I get the money and you do the work?

~ Exactly.

~ And what work are you going to do?

But, man! Look. I'm into this!

How many?

~ All in.

~ I'm in.

Pay to see me.

~ How do you like this boat?

~ It's pretty, but my quads win.

So much for luck, my friend!

Do and what, do not play?

What happened, Luciano?

This brat brought cards and now wants to make us believe that...!

Cheater!

Down, Antonio!

What are you doing with the money?

Joselito, picks up our winnings...

and these scoundrels are responsible for paying for the damage.

What did you say, hitting and everything? But I stayed with the profits, right?

Here, have this for some liniment.

~ Thank you, partner.

~ Thank you, for what?

You kept me from getting a right pounding.

And you're the man, eh? You didn't even scream.

Now, I was more hurt than you by the blow they gave you.

No way, it felt like I'd be spitting out a dozen teeth.

I do not know if you understand what I'm going to say, but I felt very bad when the bastard clobbered you.

It hurts to think that you don't have a father to stand up for you, or a mother to nurse you.

I don't know, I saw you as a little boy and so helpless that for a moment I felt and I saw you as my son.

~ And that made me very angry!

~ That I was your son?

No! It got very angry that you were struck, and I felt like I was your father.

Let's go, kiddo!

What you mean, "kiddo"?

Kiddo? Kiddo and little buddy means the same thing.

To me it sounds like an insult.

Someday soon you'll learn to speak as God intended.

Why is boy this so illiterate! Come on, walk. Let's go.

~ How goes it, Master?

~ Ready, Boss.

OK, Rebelde, let's see how your manicure came out.

Fine!

How much do I owe you, Master?

That'll be four pesos, Boss.

No, no... OK, just two, that's the bottom line.

No, I'm not going to haggle.

How much for that horse?

I just paid one hundred pesos for him.

~ A hundred and four.

~ Thank you, Boss.

Let's boogie, kiddo!

What do you want here?

Come on, you're already a big boy, mount your horse.

My horse?

I was clear, what, can't you hear me? Or did the trail leave you deaf? Come on, mount up!

~ Come on, let's go! See you, Master!

~ Goodbye, Boss.

How do you feel now, Joselito?

Very well, partner, thank you.

Well, come on, spur your horse! Come on, let's go!

~ Oh, what good rider you are, you little beggar!

~ Well, what did you expect?

I just never imagined you'd have such a good seat.

Now I'm really confused, anyone knows that the horses were invented in Spain.

In the beginning all of them were just donkeys,...

but with the sun of Andalusia and the water of the river Guadalquivir, they grew up and got more clever...

turning into horses.

Just like people were monkeys until they came to Spain.

Stop there, stop right, oh, such a liar!

Don't think, Rebelde, that your grandfather was any sort of donkey. Look!

And stop insulting my horse.

Go on, then, or is she your girlfriend!?

More than that:
horses are more noble, more intelligent, and more good.

And last but not least, they don't talk.

On top of that, here in Jalisco, there's a beautiful story of a white horse.

In fact, it was the grandfather of your horse.

Let's see what you make of it. Here we go.

This is the ballad of the white horse...

that one Sunday started out happy.

He went with the intention of reaching the north...

having left Guadalajara.

His noble rider took off the rein,...

he took off the saddle and went bareback,...

crossed like a flash lands of Nayarit

between green hills and the blue of the sky.

At a much slower pace they arrived at Esquinapa...

and through Culiacn already walked haltingly,...

they say that in Mochis already he was falling...

that he had his whole muzzle bleeding.

But they watched him pass through Sonora...

and the Yaqui Valley gave him its tenderness,...

they say that he limped on his left leg...

and despite everything continued his adventure.

He arrived in Hermosillo, continued to Caborca...

and through Mexicali felt like he was dying,...

came up step by step through the Rumorosa,...

arriving in Tijuana with the light of the day.

Having completed his feat he left for Rosarito...

and didn't want to lie down until seeing Ensenada...

and this was the ballad of the white horse...

that left one Sunday from Guadalajara.

Ocotln seems very remote, but here we are.

~ Hey, partner.

~ Yeah?

I staying with you, right?

No, your grandmother's expecting for you.

You're going to get a home there and you'll be very happy.

But you didn't.

I want to be free to wander everywhere, like you.

Playing cards, target shooting...

Having a gun and being a proper man, like you.

Ah, that's not being a man!

I have my flaws, I'm not an angel.

One day or another I'll wake up with a bullet between my eyes.

Tougher guys have been get rid of.

Valentn de la Sierra.

Thomas Resendiz.

Benjamin Argumedo, no, man!

Then, you don't want me to stay with you?

Well... no, you'll be better off with your grandma. Let's go.

You're in a hurry to stay, no?

That was your idea.

Besides, anyone who has grandmother at least wants to know her.

So go on! Put on your sailor suit with its starched neck.

And don't cry, you look like your horse just died!

It's a burro, partner, like the grandfather of the white one!

Keep your horse, I won't ride a donkey anymore.

And wait there! That's your horse. It's yours.

It's like a mortal sin to get rid of a horse.

What do you think, that horses don't have feelings? That they don't have a heart?

They feel like their masters' children and thus must be treated like children. I'm going.

Do you think, partner, that horses are better than people?

I mentioned I don't want to be your nanny! Cowardly brat!

Joselito!

But where did you get to, Joselito?

What does someone mean by "escuincle" and "rajn"?

"Escuincle" and "rajn"?

Look:
escuincle means a child.

And "rajn", that's not to behave like a man. Umm... someone who flinches!

You'd better understand I'm not any sort of "rajn" or "escuincle".

Man, that seems awfully fine, Joselito!

But hey, dismount that horse, your grandmother's in deep trouble, man.

My grandmother's going to be hanged?

What do you think, Rebelde?

This kid's thinks I'll cry because he's going to stay there with his grandmother.

He's crazy, man!

Stand there, you! What do you want?

~ Cowards!

~ Lock her up.

And I'll pound anyone who gets near me right into the wall...

like a Venetian mosaic!

If you'd really tried to find my grandson...

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