We have good men here. Find one, find the most handsome boy and I will make you queen of the hacienda. I will make all your troubles go away.

PADRE, HIJO, HIJO ~ John Farnsworth So she rode with purpose to the Indios and stopped off to see Uncle Alejandro, who was thrilled and begged her to stay. He worried about her. Maria did not look well. She looked haggard and worry-worn and just not as pretty as she once was.
“Please, child. Stay. You will never want for the rest of your days. We have good men here. Find one, find the most handsome boy and I will make you queen of the hacienda. I will make all your troubles go away.”
She felt like crying at his words and her wound ached. She smiled weakly. “I know, Uncle. I know this thing and I thank you for it. I must make one more trip and then I will return.”
He nodded sadly and Maria thought she could discern just a hint of a tear in his eye. The old man loved her and did not want to lose her. He feared what the next trip would do to his precious charge.
Maria made him this promise and had every intention of fulfilling it. As she rode off, she looked back at the old Jefe. “I will be back, Uncle. I promise you, I’ll be back.” Maria's Trail