“But why? Because I’m a Mexican? And does that make any difference to you?”
“O, I can’t tell you.… They say awful things about you. I don’t believe them. No; nothing about you makes any difference to me.”
He held her close again.
“Then you’ll go away with me?”
“Yes,” she answered slowly, nodding her head. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
“Now!” he demanded. “Will you go now? We can drive through Scissors Pass to Abol on the Southeastern and take a train to Denver.…”
“O, no, not now,” she plead. “Please not now.… I can’t go like this.…”
“Yes; now,” he urged. “We’ll never have a better chance.…”
“I beg you, if you love me, don’t make me go now. I must think … and get ready.… Why I haven’t even got any powder for my nose.”
They both laughed. The tension was broken. They were happy.