“Ah, but they are my little ones, Francis, just like you, just like the Capitan. You are all my little ones.”

The Angel’s Love - St. George Hare 1908 “You be careful, mis pequeños. You be careful.” She’d see them off to work.

This always amused Francis, who’d been steadily learning the Spanish words, and he’d look on at Rosario. “Madre, those boys are as big as a barn.”

“Ah, but they are my little ones, Francis, just like you, just like the Capitan. You are all my little ones.”

This evening Mike was unusually quiet and Paddy, as always, knew that something was on his brother’s mind. He waited to hear what his partner and best friend had to say.

“Paddy, this place has become too civilized, too quiet. I fear we’re doing too good a job.”

Mike had the wanderlust about him and Paddy always knew when it was time for them to move on. His brother had been dragging the both of them all over the US for as long as they’d been in the country.

His response was interrupted by gunfire down one of the allies lined with shotgun houses. They moved toward it steadily, as the brothers never ran to investigate anything. They moved fearlessly, resolutely, and, not unlike Allingham, always at a walk. Allingham