The Governor's Wife
“Pancho vaulted down to the riverbank to chase a jackrabbit, so he followed the dog down. He ran east along the hardened and cracked dirt bank toward the rising sun. He could not restrain a smile. She had come back. To the border. To the colonia.
To him.
He wanted desperately to go to her now, while she lay in bed, and to feel her body next to his, to wrap his arms around her and to be one with her. But now was not the time. She was still a married woman.
That day would come, but he would not dwell on it now. He would enjoy this day he would have with her as if it would be his last. And what a glorious day it would be. The sun now rose over the Rio Grande in the east where the sky was clear and held the promise of a— He stopped.
He looked down. His shoes no longer tread on dry ground. Water lapped at his feet. He smelled a strange scent—the scent of rain. He turned back to face west. The distant sky was a dark black over the Chihuahuan Desert. There was rain in the desert. It seldom ra...ined on the border, but when it did, a flood often ensued.MoreLess
To him.
He wanted desperately to go to her now, while she lay in bed, and to feel her body next to his, to wrap his arms around her and to be one with her. But now was not the time. She was still a married woman.
That day would come, but he would not dwell on it now. He would enjoy this day he would have with her as if it would be his last. And what a glorious day it would be. The sun now rose over the Rio Grande in the east where the sky was clear and held the promise of a— He stopped.
He looked down. His shoes no longer tread on dry ground. Water lapped at his feet. He smelled a strange scent—the scent of rain. He turned back to face west. The distant sky was a dark black over the Chihuahuan Desert. There was rain in the desert. It seldom ra...ined on the border, but when it did, a flood often ensued.MoreLess
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