Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- They've seen us.
- How many riders do you make it?
- A dozen maybe.
- The captain tapped the instrument in his gloved hand. They dont seem
- concerned, do they?
- No sir. They dont.
- The captain smiled grimly. We may see a little sport here before the day is
- out.
- The first of the herd began to swing past them in a pall of yellow dust,
- rangy slatribbed cattle with horns that grew agoggle and no two alike and small
- thin mules coalblack that shouldered one another and reared their
- malletshaped heads above the backs of the others and then more cattle and
- finally the first of the herders riding up the outer side and keeping the stock
- between themselves and the mounted company. Behind them came a herd of
- several hundred ponies. The sergeant looked for Candelario. He kept backing
- along the ranks but he could not find him. He nudged his horse through the
- column and moved up the far side. The lattermost of the drovers were now
- coming through the dust and the captain was gesturing and shouting. The
- ponies had begun to veer off from the herd and the drovers were beating their
- way toward this armed company met with on the plain. Already you could see
- through the dust on the ponies' hides the painted chevrons and the hands and
- rising suns and birds and fish of every device like the shade of old work through
- sizing on a canvas and now too you could hear above the pounding of the
- unshod hooves the piping of the quena, flutes niade from human bones, and
- some among the company had begun to saw back on their mounts and some to
- mill in confusion when up from the offside of those ponies there rose a fabled
- horde of mounted lancers and archers bearing shields bedight with bits of
- broken mirrorglass that cast a thousand unpieced suns against the eyes of their
- enemies. A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in
- costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins
- of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of
- prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one
- in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a
- bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide
- helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat
- worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish
- conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of
- mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and
- many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they
- trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of
- brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson
- red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a
- company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue
- and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the
- brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed
- in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the
- eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.
- Oh my god, said the sergeant.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement