The girl clutched at Craig’s arm.
“Sit down here, please,” she begged. “Wait.”
She disappeared for a moment and came back with a glass full of wine, which she set down on the table.
“Drink this,” she invited. “And thank you for saving me.”
Craig emptied the glass eagerly. He was beginning to be more than a little conscious of his fatigue.
“I just happened to be the first to see him,” he said. “They aren’t quite wild enough to allow that here, are they?”
“Quien sabe? The girls do not like me! The men do not care,” she declared. “José took me by surprise, though, or I would have killed him. But who are you, and where did you come from?”
“I have just crossed the border,” he replied.
She nodded understandingly.
“Were they after you?”