At table, s pig eeth his knife.

        "I    to learn t;

        io pick eet    to learn t t; o learn it noo be a lady, Papa; isnt so ;Papa, I    to learn t;

        teresa is spoiled, indulged i o tease     often er pleading s , munches.

        "And weac;

        "Jo Aunt Roxanas."

        an animal he    bee.

        "? My daug fat w;

        Maria leaps to ers defence, surging do you insult my sister!"

        Mendoza ts ; s;Im not er mixing ;

        "I    to learn piano," ts.

        "Over my dead body o Roxanas to learn t no;

        "t Joo teac;

        A creaking ting ing pigs and flapping chis.

        Effortlessly, its installed in teresas room; entranced, s tes. "Kitty, kitty, t is ing to teac;

        ting, lolling in a rog-cequila. Jo, elegant, a stranger, damned, folio of musider o give teresa lessons. First, scales. . . soon, y exercises. Jos, cime.

        Bored, equila and nods off to sleep. . . A y exercise; teresa    quite mastered it. Making a mess of it, in fact. On purpose? Joter.

        Joands beo put e tle, broten fingernails.

        Surns to    taken aback. Despises s going to be almost too easy!

        But o be aplis in teresas bedroom,    in Jo t Roxanas chful eye.

        "In c;

        A    cat in expectation of mass versions among t in ruins, on a kind of bluff, brooding over ty. And terriump, s, sached, rejoig in his own ess, his own wiess.

        eresa oar, stands looking up vaguely at t. S o her saviour.

        "Ill be o be married."

        "Married?"

        "to a fine bandit gentleman." Makes a face. "Because I    everyt first I must be married."

        "O; says Jo, goo ;You    be married. I    let you be married."

        Suspicious, at first. t;Do you love me?" Exultant, sing. "So you love me! You must love me! Youll take me a;

        t rummages trunk in s out old books and curious instruments. terious sries t it is locked; stles tatedly. " are you up to?    secrets do you    t? Is it --"

        t lets akes o ;ake ts to, ;

        "Your. . . son o set you free?"

        "Not my son, Roxana."

        S s fets t of ;

        ";

        ide-eyed, sares at him.

        "Yes, old man, I do believe I do. Its been so long, ;

        "ell be toget;

        So    materials and no;ttle teresa, not o ;

        "No. Not teresa.    o anyone? Not teresa."

        An eclipse of t tar, t and Joe demon -- torm! Out of noo a sandstorm. Roxana, alone in ters close and mutters prayers, intations.

        t s t of torms, ory figures emerge and merge, figures of demons ods not necessarily ti, ts banned daemonology.

        t acle; Azted toltec gods appear in giant forms. to have disappeared.

        ual is done, all clears; terior of t over tar cast dos face. Jo pick t t is couge has nearly killed him.

        Outside, all is calm noern, firm,    to .

        ";

        "ing.    to us."

        Outside, against till    part of ts in t, ing, impassive.

        t, leaning s tly ceremony. But Jo;Got t;

        "I got it."

        t.

        ";

        "On at," says t;On at."

        ips . coillness of t, s diminish.

        Jos ter repeater in    looks perfectly normal. Not used to guns,    clumsily. ment is obvious.

        "s so special about it? Could    one in tore."

        "It s," says t, impassive as any Indian. "And t is t    in it, it belongs to ;

        "But --"

        "t is t for you, even trigger. But t miss targets. t;

        Incredulous, Joakes aim, fires at a movement in tet, teresas kitten, dead.

        "Five left no; says t. "Use t a ;

        teresa s ten. "Kitty! Kitty!" But tte e. "ten it," says teresas mot;And ill, teresa, youre ;

        Its a store-bougagecoacy. All    of teresas bedroom, Maria pops ters    a picture. But teresa sulks.

        "I dont    to get married."

        too bad, teresa! tomorro and    married.

        I . I !

        You     time.

        teresa, in    a fees of t;edding Mar .

        Jo t;edding Marc;; a , drunk, flings    t. titiously ter. t s, all notable villains. But too musion to be any joy. Roxana, unsmiling, rings up t mirror o, morose, stoops over    ts treat empt.

        teresa creeps out of eals along treet, ceals ily i.

        s for ake me aenderness. Perake o look at er t. Perhaps. . .

        Its very late, no stays up.    t form of a    passed out on tuck a feat on tors aken off rousers, daubed h rouge.

        silently pours    t, love -- certainly ion.

        "I could almost ask you. . ."

        Joles a few bars of eral Marc;.

        "But to ttle teresa. tleman. . . "

        Maybe. Maybe not. But, maybe. . .

        eresas angles in t bustle in t; t a carriage for     paper flo s s table in black, eresa, in urns to urns the embrace fiercely.

        Joograps time. Us black velvet jacket, elegant, deadly, mad, ohe church.

        t back t; Jos of tar clotests t of ts.

        t    go to t!    get out of bed. Please, Roxana, dont you go to t? Not see my little eresa get married? And you soo, you irreligious old man. Arent you fond of teresa?

        But t is sick t cra of bed. ares at tains on his handkerchief.

        "Im dying, Roxana. Dont leave me."

        te, teresas fatakes ar. tion rustles. tly.

        Roxana, late, troubled, untidily dressed, slips in at the church.

        teresa steps out of ted carriage in front of tely around for Joime, t respond, s too mucer ttle dressed up, boots polished, offers her his arm.

        traditional gasps as s s will o save me?

        t.

        teresa arrives beside    glance of furious dislike. t says t he wedding service.

        Joar clotar, ss point-blank thed Mendoza.

        Mendoza tumbles backar steps.

        Sileing. then, gunfire. havoc!

        But no bullet    toucs to attack s to two men fall.

        teresa, in ands speechless, shocked.

        owards her dead husband.

        Jos Maria. So the body of her husband.

        teresa at last wakes up. So an end.

        Roxana figer s, noise, gunsmoke.

        Outside t. teresa t speak. Roxana ohe whorehouse.

        Jos from the church door. Now hes like a mad dog. Blazing, furious, deadly -- carrying a gun.

        By ter teresa faster, faster -- tumbles over e lace    and blood. Faster, faster -- he devil himself is ing!

        ts mistress and ttle teresa run to gazes out of toheir heels.

        t opens the whorehouse door.

        he bar.

        Slowly, s.

        Johnny.

        teresa sees ory to protect    to eria.

        Joartled, s; so turned against urned e!

        akes aim at t, fires t.

        ten its t, fotte th which he    kill.

        and teresa drops dead by train slides doo ter.

        t bursts into a great fit of tears. Roxana kneels by to ly. Crosses , slumped on the whorehouse veranda, a long, dark look.

        t of turns, runs.

        Coda

        Almost t. e, fantastic rocks, sand, burning sun. Joole one of t founders beance. . .

        But ted. A s black jacket, er from t last, a t house.

        "t;

        Flies buzz on an unburied corpse in a murky interior. Joce-faced, fevered -- you would he devil pursuing him.

        At t before    till, so silent as at first to seem part of to see Joumbling towards him.

        "I ing for you," says t;e o clude."
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