Quickly, their lips meet and arms entwine,
Secluded they are, by the Rattan-vine,
This love doesn’t any boundary know.
The Savage speaks, ’tis time to go.
They match wits, the Hidalgo and the Fleur de Lys.
Fiesta and Fandangero, invited, they all come to see.
This Wilderness Road, which both Friend and Enemy Travel
This intricate-mess, shall two men unravel
From Crescent-City to Natchitoches and on to Mexico,
Past Los Adais and Presidios, must Saint and Sinner go.