Santa Fe Woman
“Usually she slept very well, but the night had produced nothing but abrupt awakenings and long periods of lying in the bed staring at the ceiling.The sound of rough, coarse voices came to her, and interwoven with the voices was the sound of mules braying—an ugly cacophonous sound that Jori knew she would learn to hate on the road to Santa Fe. She loved horses but could find nothing in the ugly mules to admire. The days and weeks she had spent with Rocklin looking them over had not increased her appreciation for the breed. She had asked Rocklin once why they couldn’t use horses, and he had replied, “For one thing, they don’t hold up as well as mules. For another thing, they cost more. And for a third thing, Indians like them a lot better than mules.”A thin, faint line representing the dawn touched the window to her left, and, reluctant to move, Jori lay there thinking, This is the last night I will ever spend in my room. She thought of it as my room because it was the only room she had... ever known.MoreLess
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