 ... middle of the white dusty road, where the maguey thorns and the treacherous curved spines of organ cactus had not gathered so profusely. She would have enjoyed resting for a moment in the dark shade by the roadside, but she had no time to waste drawing...  Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine - Page 222edited by - 1923Full view - About this book
 | Katherine Anne Porter - Fiction - 1979 - 508 pages
...the roadside, but she had no time to waste drawing cactus needles from her feet. Juan and his chief would be waiting for their food in the damp trenches...legs against her neck, they twisted their stupefied eyes and peered into her face inquiringly. She did not see them or think of them. Her left arm was... | |
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