Water RightsChapter 3
I offered to let old Miguelito borrow a horse to ride back down to the reservation, but he refused my offer. I told him that I had an extra hundred weight of pinto beans that my Mexicans had gotten me to buy for them but hadn't used up before they lit out. "Can't you do for yourself boy? You trying to give away the food that you don't know how to cook?" "I can cook just fine. I'm boiling up a big stew right now. I just don't care for them pintos much. They give me the bloat...