Uncertain Sanctuary: A Story of Mormon Pioneering in Mexico

As Milton entered the water, he happened to glance up and saw me waving from the bank. He lifted his sombrero, pressed it to his breast, and bowed; then he kissed his hand and called,'Adios, chiquita, bonita Estrelita!' I cherished this memory, as it turned out to be the last time I ever saw him." "Whatever order there had been in these 750 troops under Colonel Rivera was forgotten when our green and lovely village came into view. The foot soldiers and their followers broke ranks and, like a herd of famished cattle, began to run, shouting and throwing themselves into the large canals alongside the streets, hurtling over gates or tearing them off their hinges, swarming into gardens, breaking open melons and clawing out handfuls with red juice dripping, stuffing whole tomatoes into their mouths, gulping onions and radishes." "Lee turned to face the bandits. The setting sun shone on the stocky figure of the leader, on his large head with bold, sensual features, surmounted by a wide hat. The last rays of sunlight also illuminated Lee's boyish figure, and the sheen of his superb mount and trappings. A crafty smile lit the bold, black eyes appraising him. "'Aha, the young caballero! The nephew, is it not, of the Senor Webb? The Senor who fattens like a vampire on the lifeblood of poor Mexico!' His melodramatic tone changed to a bark. 'Up with your hands. We want no unpleasantness if the norteamericano youth has a gun to play with!' Villa rode around Lee, chuckling with pleasure, like a cat toying with a mouse."