The White Horse Page #3

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you'd already have found him! Bandits, cowards!

I'll see the Mayor, the President of the Republic, everyone!

Wild beasts!

May God make you grow moustaches in your liver and lose your razor!

But, do my eyes deceive me? Joselito!

My grandmother?

It's you, my grandson!

Come here, son, even though you see me in a cage I don't eat children raw.

Come here, my dear, come here. My Joselito!

My grandson! Thank you, oh, my God!

I thought you were dead, just like your mother.

Oh, how handsome you are!

You're beautiful, just like her!

Oh, forgive me, son, it's just that all my thoughts cram into my head.

The sad memories, the joy of seeing you...

Joselito, my soul!

I am stunning you, but the emotion, the age...

You should say, what age, there's still plenty of oil in this lamp!

And with you here I'm going to shake off the moths and the years...

and I'm going to have more guts than the whale that swallowed Jonah.

Fine, but tell me, where have you been?

Let me out of here, kidnappers!

~ Scoundrels! Flix!

~ Ma'am.

And what you do there standing there like a stake?

Pay the fine and get me out of this filthy pigsty.

Yes, Madam.

Come, Joselito, child.

Tell me what happened to you!

Well, grandmother, when the attack happened, as Flix will have already told you,...

I hid under the carriage, and right there I came across the most ferocious of the bandits.

And then what?

Well... as soon as he saw me, he began to shoot me at me.

My God! And you weren't killed?

Not hardly, grandmother, but I was scared.

Wow, I flew out of Guadalajara!

I dropped the reins... I mean...

I crossed like a flash lands of Nayarit up to Esqinapa.

By the time I got to Culiacn, I was already tired.

By Mochis I was already staggering and my nose was bleeding.

What a load of cobblers!

Liar! As soon as we get home...!

~ You're free to go, Ma'am.

~ Let's go, it's about time!

How much did they charge you, these rogues?

Very little, Ma'am. Twenty-five pesos fine and fifty pesos for damages. Overall, nothing.

~ That's nothing, eh?

~ A pittance.

A pittance? Then pay an extra two hundred, this has just begun!

Hey, get out of here!

~ Lady, please, Madam!

~ Come on, get out of here!

Well, so now let's talk about the plans I made for you. You'll be a lawyer or a doctor...

~ No way, Grandma.

~ Why on Earth not?

Lawyers have to cause one to lose for another to win.

Doctors, if they're any good, cure things in a trice, and then don't earn any more money.

And why should I have come all the way to the Americas for that?

Then what will you do?

Who knows... but for the moment I'll get into mining, to remove gold from your mines.

What mines?

But... don't you have any mines?

Well, your grandfather had one that earned us what little we have left,...

but it soon became more blind than justice.

What a screw-up! Hey, Grandma?

You'll need to work and study to become a useful man.

Hey, Grandma, is it that I'm doing so badly as a child?

No, son, I guess not.

Since everyone's put so much effort into turning me into a man...

And you'll have to be one someday, Joselito, like it or not!

Starting tomorrow, you're going to school.

You'll like it, you'll make friends.

Ah! He's bought something that you'll like a lot.

Man, you gave this to me upside down, what a nimrod.

Here, go on, get out of here.

Look, check this out, this is... This is great, son!

Look! A sailor suit.

Where did you park your boat?

Check out the fresh water sailor!

There was once a small boat, and there was once a small boat...

And there was once a small, so small, so small boat that it couldn't sail.

~ All right, stop with your f***ing boat!

~ Stop!

Columbus wants to address us.

If you keep teasing me, I'll give you a right pasting.

With what, chorizo and guacamole?

Well, all right, which of you wants to fight me?

~ Me!

~ Me!

You and Andrs.

The battle will be shoving with the usual rules:...

no scratching, pinching, or kicking.

First to quit loses.

No complaints if there's blood or bruises.

No help from the gallery.

The loser gets the silent treatment all week. Outside!

Now what?

What do you want, huh?

Ah, that's the way, Joselito!

The teacher's here!

Did you see that, Rebelde? No?

Come on, fool! Look!

How beautiful, right?

Mr. Jimnez and Mr. Muoz, please exit this room and don't return to class until you've become friends.

And she has blue eyes!

What blue, surely they're coffee-brown?

Really that's one father of a teacher!

A father? She would be a mother!

Don't be silly, "father" means she's very good.

Oh.

I'd like this school, if it weren't for you!

And forgive my insistence that you come to eat with us...

but I'm determined that you as my grandson's teacher know each other better...

so he isn't alone in the school before making friends.

Don't worry. I think that today he's made a great friend. Right, Joselito?

Yes? And who is this friend, son?

Answer, child! What, didn't you hear me?

Or have swallows have made a nest in your ears?

~ Let's go, Grandma!

~ But, child! By God!

Excuse me, Miss, may we accompany you?

What bit this child, who seems to have seen the devil?

He almost killed me, with the careening he's given me.

Mrs. Arteaga, I am very happy to greet you and to wish you a very Merry Christmas.

Happy Christmas? But that's still far off!

We're in February!

Time flies, Madam, and in a twinkling of an eye, look,...

it's the twenty-fourth day of December, and I wanted to be the first to congratulate you.

Wow, thank you, and happy New Year!

Happy New Year.

And to you, too, young lady, though I don't have the honor of knowing you.

But you don't know each other?

This is Julieta Aranda, the daughter of Don Ral!

And she's Joselito's teacher.

Ah! The daughter of Don Ral?

But you were so tiny when you were born, and just look at you now!

And your grandson, Doa Refugio?

Just look at that nice boy!

You look so nice in your sailor suit!

Doesn't he indeed? He looks like a poster boy!

And he didn't even want to wear it!

Just look at him!

And what you think, Miss Teacher?

I don't know... children have their ways of looking at things.

Ah, but with the education that you two will give him,...

he'll be a famous poet...

like that beggar Adolfo Hocker, the one who wrote about the swallow's nests!

Just look how these women scurry off!

Who is that man?

That guy's one of the bandits from the stagecoach!

My God!

God save me from these women...! Let's go, Rebelde.

I'm going to turn him into the police.

Don't do that, Miss, really, he did nothing, he was just there.

But, boy! Didn't you say that he was the most ferocious?

I didn't say fierce, but fast.

It was more running around the stagecoach, that's all he did.

Same difference! He's from the band and we'll report him, just in case.

Wait, Grandmother! I'm not sure if it it's really one, or if he just looks like one, people dress all so alike here...

It's just like the Chinese, who all look the same to me.

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