They sat and drank coffee. The man’s name was Quijada and he was a Yaqui indian from western Sonora and he was the same gerente of the Nahuerichic division of the Babícora who’d told Boyd to cut their horses out of the remuda and take them. He’d seen the lone güero riding in the mountains and told the alguacil not to molest him. He told his guest that he knew who he was and why he’d come. Then he leaned back in his chair. He raised the cup to his lips and drank and watched the fire.
