"Them Mexicans, I liked ‘em well enough."

Jesus Helguera Old Pop went on: “Them Mexicans, I liked ‘em well enough. They’re some ridin’ sons of bitches, and I swear they’re some of the best horses I’ve seen in all my time. Your pop had a genius idea gettin’ them from Mexico instead of from the Navajos down south—and they got some good horses, sure enough, themselves.”

Pierce stood up suddenly and felt as if his legs wouldn’t hold him. His head reeled and he vomited into a chamber pot at the foot of his bed, barely making it in time.

“Easy, lad. You’ve lost a lotta blood, and the body ain’t used to that much pain. Lie down now. We’ll think of somethin’ in the morning.” Allingham: Desperate Ride

“Thanks, Old Pop.”