Henderson daily dispatch., 1943-05-17
CHAPTER THREE

FLASHING LIKE n silver sohcr
In the strong sunlight, the train
raced on across brown table lands
dotted with lowering mesquite. an
occasional tall yucca spike break
ing the mono,Ony of the low-proyv
ing scrubby plants. Whitc-faccd
iohS-horn cattle SraZcd cont cntcdly
along The tracks. As Jean watched
the landscape ahead, she saw DUR
PIE mountains rising maicsticallv
rom The sea. All the color and ro-
nance OF glorious past that had
Dr'n Mc%lco'S ran through her
nl'nd. What perfect setting for
the rise of such colorful Spanish
grantees as Don Luis Terrazas. n
Vcritablc king, who once had a do
main so large that even he knew not
inc full extent of it. Some seventy
million acres! Thirty thousand low
~ poems looked To him as their lord
of life. \ setting for men like Diaz
Cnrran2a, Madcro. and the most
c"i"riul of them all. the fabulous
ianCho Villa. The lowly pcon Villa.
Who's name was one day to Strike
rear. pride and admiration in the
hearts Of all McXicans. Even TODAY
inc poems Sworc that Villa was not
dead! Some day he would sweep
down again from brown hills. his
silver pistols blazing!
Tho train rumblcd to a stop at
Inc little adobe station that stood
baking in the sun. a few scrawny
PAIN trees and a spikcy maguey
pant or Two stood like weary sem
tilclS along the front. Jean looked
out OF the car window to read the
la'cd sign. Santa Carlos" Steve
Lambs was standing under it. look
ing tall and cool i'm white linens.
'nhc quickly gathered up her polol
coat ana purse, tucked stray wisps
oi golden hair under her brown
suede hat and followed tho porter.
VINO bumped along ahead of her
WIN arms fun of baggage.
She stepped lightly from the car
ana Landis took long strides to
Welcome to Mexico, Miss Mrs.
ucn. he grinncd with boyish de-
HSht.
"oh! It's perfect" jean breathed
Just the way had always pic-
turcd it," nv
Low. onc-stOry adobe BUILDINGS
dotted the narrow :trccts. Thcy
were tinted i'm vari-colored hucS
Irecns. blues. reds and pinks I'm
u'r deep blue sky. The natives
"."od about in little grouns chat
ing. their peaked straw hats sboI-
ing faces that were the color of old
copper. Across their shoulders wcrc
=, blankets of brilliant huos
was riot OF Kaleidoscope coll
Is painted dcftly on n Garnet of
brown. TO the west were the noun
salns That rose only to fall away
again into the sra.
Steve Lands was gathering up
.t"n luggage and nodding toward
me station wagon that stood by |;
~. ucpot. jean felt n surge of cx- l.
.'.crnent Jingle through her as her
Eyes Toasted on this primitive land Is
vi INC hztccs. Steve tossed her Ing
Ense easily into the back of The q
a.. !. ana they started down through II
INC village street and then out onto
. narrow road that stretched itself Il
across sea of sand. L
go rms Is great country, once you
kct used to it," Steve said. "I was
tIc.'y lonesome at first, but some :,
LOW IL gets in your blood after :. v
IRE here awhile" |!
,,. Yes, I think 1 already can see s
WAT you mean" Jean answered in -
low tones. '"> a
steve let tho car idle along at b,
nn easy gait and cast on occa- OF
,,o'ai sideward glance toward Jean. CT
nc Knew lie had never seen such
skin so smoothly bt
:. "nltc, the wind blowing golden o,
' '.ds of hair about the lovely hc
&c perfect little nose. a chin to
,., showed purpose and determi- ro
."''on. She seemed almost too deli. p,