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Porfiro Mendez had never been known as a moralist. Naturalists agree that a wolf has no morals; and Porfiro had not been nicknamed Lobo without a reason. Lobo wanted Juana. The difference in their ages meant nothing to him. If it meant the slitting of a few more throats -- what of it? Did he not have Miguel and Ricardo, both experts in that line, to do as he ordered? And if they were not enough he could easily recruit more men in Piñon.
Mendez thought these things out, as he rode north to Indian Wells, flanked on either side by those two henchmen. Mendez wore his red silk shirt, beaded leather vest with the turquoise buttons, his biggest hat, which cost a fortune in Mexico City; his tightest leather pants, with the silver conchas; and his finest boots. The pants were a little tight around the waist, but this discrepancy was covered by a silken sash, the fringed ends hanging to his knee.