“If you ever talk to them,” he pointed at the saloon, “those gringos. Tell them that I said for them to go to hell.”

Ramos Martinez “Do you know magic, muchacho?”
“No, Miss.”
“Well, it is time you learned. I’ll give you all this money if you disappear. You know how to disappear, don’t you, little one?”
“My mother says I disappear all the time, lady. I know how to disappear.”
Maria smiled. “You are a smart boy. She waved her hands in the air, like a magician. “Poof, boy. Disappear.”
He stood up and held the money in his hand. He began to trot off. “Lady?”
“Yes, my little one?”
“If you ever talk to them,” he pointed at the saloon, “those gringos. Tell them that I said for them to go to hell.” He was gone.
Maria surveyed the horses. They were very fine animals. She wished she could steal them all but knew this was impossible. Instead she walked to each and cut the cinches on every saddle. She took the fancy rifle, scabbard and all, and tied it to her saddle. She mounted up and rode down the street. She turned and, tapping her mount’s sides, got him into a canter, than a full gallop. She pulled her six shooters and fired through the saloon’s windows and kept going. She was gone.
The gringos came after her. They all, every one of them, put a foot in the stirrup and ended up on their backsides in the dusty street with a saddle in their laps. The colonel was red-faced and angry. He’d not yet fired his new rifle, and now it was gone. Maria's Trail