Mexico is your land and it is bleeding and it needs strong people such as you.

Jesus “Yes. I know you, Señorita. I know your…” he suddenly became embarrassed.

“My what?” She knew what he was going to say, but pushed him nonetheless.

“Your stock.” He looked at his hands and his eyes watered more. “You do not scare easily, Señorita, and you love the land and the people. I know this. I believe you are needed back home, back with us. I just wanted to tell you this thing to your face, because I believe it.” He waited and then continued. “It is your place, Señorita. It is your land. Mexico is your land and it is bleeding and it needs strong people such as you. It is time. You are a grown woman. A lovely…” he stopped himself as he was becoming more embarrassed, felt himself fawning over his boss and knew it was not the proper thing to do. “Señorita, you can live a life of leisure, I know this. You can go off and live and enjoy yourself and want for nothing for the rest of your days, but something larger is in store for you.” He was talking nonsense now, but it was from the heart. He suddenly looked up again with his watery eyes. “I am sorry to speak so freely, Señorita. I love the land and it is time you take your rightful place as the hacendada. Make the powerful ones see that there are good hacendados, make the anarquistas and the others who want to tear the land apart and the people apart understand that the system can work, not the way it worked under Díaz, but the way it worked for many years for your Uncle Alejandro,” he crossed himself and kissed his fingers, “and the way you have made it work.” He watched her tap the ash from her cigarette and continued. “Please Señorita, please come home.” The Mule Tamer; Marta's Quest