Status Updates From The Crossing (The Border Tr...

We come down here to get our horses. Me and my brother. I dont think he even cared about the horses, but I was too dumb to see it. I didnt know nothin about him. I thought I did. I think he knew a lot more about me. I’d like to take him back and bury him in his own country.

He rose and put the napkin on the table and took his hat up from the other chair and put it on. He said that he did indeed have a long journey. He said he did not know what the end of his journey would look like or whether he would know it when he got there and he asked her in Spanish to pray for him but she said she had already decided to do so before he even asked.

Within the hour it was raining. He untied the blanket from behind him and pulled it over his shoulders. He could see the rain coming across the country in a gray wall and soon it was pounding the flat gray clay of the bajada through which he rode. The horse plodded on. The dog walked beside. They looked like what they were, outcasts in an alien land. Homeless, hunted, weary.

She touched them gently with the tips of her fingers and she asked if there were any pain there but he said there was only the pain of memory and that sometimes in the night he would dream that this darkness were itself a dream and he would wake and he would touch those eyes that were not there. IMPRESSIVE STORY OF THE BLIND MAN.

You could call the first part of this book teenage boy takes wolf back to Mexico. And the second part so far we’ll just call teenage brothers search for their stolen horses in Mexico. When they make a movie of it you’ll have to have some actors that are really good with horses! And the actors will have to be able to portray very mature teenagers.

Toward evening a solitary rider on a horse somewhat above his station stopped in the street opposite the alameda and looked them over where they slept and looked their horses over. He leaned and spat. Then he turned and rode back the way he’d come.

He ate the last sandwich the rancher’s wife had made for him and then he got the rabbitskin from the mochila and walked over to where the wolf was lying. She stood at his approach. He unwrapped the stiffening skin and held it out to her. She sniffed at it and glanced at him THE AUDIBLE BOOK IS QUIET AND THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THE TEENAGER AND WOLF ARE FASCINATING.

Excellent so far. Standard streamwise style, interspersed with flourishes of brilliance.