The hands were very nervous when he watched them with the horses because they knew he was the greatest mustanger and horsebreaker who ever lived. They knew he could subdue the meanest animals and they were afraid to make mistakes in his presence. He had told them how to do it, what they must do and not do, and he liked to watch them at work.
In the dream Diego and his son would watch R. L. Davis hanging on to the crow-hopping bronc until finally they saw him thrown and land hard on his shoulder. His son would shake his head and say, Should I do it, Papa? But he would say no, it was good for the man. He made R. L. Davis ride only the rough string, the outlaws and spoiled horses, when they were on roundup or a drive, and made R. L. Davis call him Senor Luz.
R. L. Davis mounted the bronc and was thrown again and this time he went after the horse with a loaded quirt and began beating the animal
over the head. At this point in the dream Diego Luz walked over to R. L. Davis and said to him, Hey, and when R. L. Davis looked around Diego Luz hit him in the face with one of his big fists. R. L. Davis went down and the eldest son poured a bucket of water on him and when the man shook his head and opened his eyes, he said, What did I do? Diego Luz said, You hit the horse. R. L. Davis frowned, holding his jaw. But you hit them when you broke horses, he said. And Diego Luz smiled and said, Maybe, but now I hit whoever I want to.
R. L. Davis was a good one to hit. Once in a while though, he would leave R. L. Davis alone and hit Mr. Malson, not hitting him too hard, but letting him know he was hit. And sometimes he would fire Mr. Malson, call him over and say, Its too bad, but youre too goddam weak and stupid to do this work anymore so we got to get rid of you. And dont come back.
Diego Luz would think of these things as he worked his land and broke the mustangs he and his eldest son drove down out of the high country. His place was southeast of Lanoria, well off the road to St. David and only a few miles from the village of Mimbreno, though there was no wagon road in that direction, only a few trails if a man knew where to find them.
His place was adobe with straw blinds that rolled down to cover the doorway and windows and an open lean-to built against the house for cooking. There were a few chickens and two goats in the yard with the three youngest children and a brown mongrel dog that slept in the shade of the house most of the day. There was a vegetable garden for growing beans and peppers, and the peppers that were drying hung from the roof of the ramada that shaded the front of the house, which faced north, on high ground. Down the slope from the house was the well, and beyond it, on flat, cleared ground, the mesquite-pole corral where Diego Luz broke and trained the mustangs he flushed out of the hills. He worked here most of the time. Several times a year he drove a horse string down to the Maricopa spread near Lanoria, and he would go down there at roundup time and when they drove the cattle to Willcox.
When Bob Valdez appeared, circling the corral two days following the incident at the pasture Diego Luz and his eldest son were at the well, pulling up buckets of water and filling the wooden trough that ran to the corral. They stood watching Bob Valdez walking his horse toward them and waited, after greeting him, as he stepped down from the saddle and took the dipper of water Diegos son offered him.
There was no hurry. If a man rode all the way here he must have something to say, and it was good to wonder about it first and not ask him questions. Though Diego Luz had already decided Bob Valdez had not come to see them but was passing through on his way to Mimbreno. And who lived in Mimbreno? Frank Tanner. There it was. Simple.
They left the boy and climbed the slope to the house, Bob Valdez seeing the children in the yard, Diegos wife and her mother watching them from the lean-to where they were both holding corn dough, shaping tortillas. The small children ran up to them and the eldest daughter appeared now in the doorway of the house. Hey, a good looking girl now, almost a woman. Anita. She would be maybe sixteen years old. Valdez had not been up here in almost a year.
When they were in the shade and had lighted cigarettes, Diego Luz said, Theres something different about you. What is it?
Valdez shrugged. Im the same. What are you talking about?
Your face is the same. Diego Luz squinted, studying him. Slowly then his face relaxed. I know what it is. You dont have your collar on.
Valdezs hand went to his neck where he had tied a bandana.
Or your suit. What is this, youre not dressed up?
Its too hot, Valdez said.
Its always hot, Diego Luz said. His gaze dropped to Valdezs waist. No gun though.
Valdez frowned. Whats the matter with you? I dont have a coat on, thats all.
And youre going to see Mr. Tanner.
Just to say a few things to him.
My son rode to Lanoria yesterday. He heard about the few things you said the other night.