Tierra del Oro                          La Puerta del Sol                                                                   Ramón rode south, following in tracks                       Trouble had made almost eighteen years ago.  The lane led to Calle del Rio, Numero Viente.             "The patio is comfortable,"  she said.   "Why don't we sit there for awhile?"   Where the river curved west,     old pochotes lined the bank.            Pablo considered himself her suitor.               "The lobster here is very good,"   she said.                  Ramón began to sweat.             In the market, she bought a brass bed frame. "He will never marry you,"   Pablo told her.   "You are foolish if you think otherwise." It looked deep.  Deep and dangerous.   If she could not embrace Ramón's body, there were other ways to make love.                                           "You must have been cooking for hours,"   he said.     "Oh, Ramón," she said, "don't ever leave me again." He was no longer a boy, tender and full of romantic notions. The Stories   |    Forty Grains of Black Powder   |   Legend of the Sierra Madre   |   Los Pobres   |   La Puerta del Sol   |   A Lion Against the Wind   |   Bitter Victory   |   Tierra Y Libertad   |   The Horse Tamers   |   Tesoro   |   home