He gulped his food: eggs and bread.
"Bring my coffee," he said to Chavela.
His chewing annoyed her and she wanted to leave the table.
"Why do we change so?" she asked.
"Many things are changing," he said, not following her.
"I don't mean that." She poured herself water.
He got up and drank his coffee standing. "Have to go," he mumbled. "I hear the cattle in the court. Goodbye."
Raul overtook the cattle outside the hacienda gate: Esteban had the group in front, Manuel worked the rear, and other cowboys covered the sides, to pick up strays and keep them moving.
Raul and Manuel rode side by side a while.
"Have we got them all?"