“Food and drink you shall have,” grinned Guadalupe. “You come at a good time, Gonzales.”
“Any time is good,” replied Gonzales, catching sight of Torres.
He chuckled deeply in his throat and tossed his hat to the table.
“Tequila,” he grunted. “Tequila first and then food. Good day, Torres.”
“Good day,” said Torres unevenly.
There was little friendship between them. Lopez entered, bearing several bottles of the white liquor, and placed them on Gonzales’ table, together with some empty cups.
Gonzales smashed the neck from a bottle across the edge of a table and poured a cupful.
“Come and drink, Torres,” he ordered.
Torres came to the table and accepted a cup. He knew it would not be well to refuse Gonzales.
“What is the news?” asked Gonzales, turning to Guadalupe.