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Heavy, plated mirrors, brass candlesticks, fragile, delicate
statues, Chinese vases, any object not readily convertible
into cash fell by the wayside in fragments.
Demetrio did not share the untoward exaltation. After
all, they were retreating defeated. He called Montanez
and Pancracio aside and said:
"These fellows have no guts. It's not so hard to take a
town. It's like this. First, you open up, this way. . . ."
He sketched a vast gesture, spreading his powerful arms.
"Then you get close to them, like this. . . ." He brought
his arms together, slowly. "Then slam! Bang! Whack!
Crash!" He beat his hands against his chest.
Anastasio and Pancracio, convinced by this simple,
lucid explanation answered:
"That's God's truth! They've no guts! That's the trouble
with them!"
Demetrio's men camped in a corral.
"Do you remember Camilla" Demetrio asked with a
sigh as he settled on his back on the manure pile where
the rest were already stretched out.
"Camilla What girl do you mean, Demetrio"
"The girl that used to feed me up there at the ranch!"
Anastasio made a gesture implying: "I don't care a
damn about the women ... Camilla or anyone else...."
"I've not forgotten," Demetrio went on, drawing on his
cigarette. "Yes, I was feeling like hell! I'd just finished
drinking a glass of water. God, but it was cool. . . . 'Don't
you want any more' she asked me. I was half dead with
fever . . . and all the time I saw that glass of water, blue
. . . so blue . . . and I heard her little voice, 'Don't you
want any more' That voice tinkled in my ears like a
silver hurdy-gurdy! Well, Pancracio, what about it Shall
we go back to the ranch"
"Demetrio, we're friends, aren't we Well then, listen.
You may not believe it, but I've had a lot of experience
with women. Women! Christ, they're all right for a while,