in the Sierra Madre
by J. Ramón Palacios
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son was the happy owner of one the most noble horses we ever had
or known; arrived a good day from Zacatecas and we acquired it
immediately. With hoofs of steel, energy to equal that of his
rider, full of brio, indefatigable and at the same time very careful
of his master.
(Hunter) was his name, lively dark chestnut, almost black.
In these old pictures looks reddish, but it is desert dirt;
during his extended stay at this valley he seldom accepted
the touch of a brush.
valley has a single entrance; it could very well be defended
with a single Winchester .30-.30
'Las ventanas' (the windows)
are the mouths of old mines from the time of the conquest,
in desperate and maybe useless search for sulfur to make powder
for the muskets, over 400 years before. It's walls are full
of diminutive marine prehistoric fossils, to make us remember
that this was the bottom of a sea, sometime, a few million