“I catch him in a jungle.”
“You mean you catch them alive?”
“Sure. They’re no good to me dead.”
“Holy smoke. How do you do that?”
“Well, first I get on a boat and go down to Nicaragua. All the really fine pumas come from Nicaragua. These California and Mexican things are just scrubs compared to them. Then I hire me some Indian boys and go up in the mountains. Then I catch my pumas. Then I bring them back. But this time, I stay down there with them a while, to train them. Goat meat is cheaper there than horse meat is here.”
“You sound like you’re all ready to start.”
“I am.”
She squirted a little wine in her mouth, and gave me a long look. They give it to you in a bottle with a long thin spout on it, and you squirt it in your mouth with the spout. That’s to cool it. She did that two or three times, and every time she did it she would look at me.
“I am if you are.”
“What the hell? You think I’m going with you to catch them goddam things?”