Bless Me, Ultima Page #3

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for him to vomit the curse.

You have done evil.

But good is stronger

than evil,

and the evil you did

will fly in your faces.

Lucas. Lucas.

Drink this.

There we go, just a little,

just a little.

Let it out. Let it out.

Let it out! Let it out!

Ah.

We will burn this by the tree

where the witches dance.

Your son lives,

old man.

Papa.

Lucas!

Do not tire him

too much at first.

Mdica, I can never repay you

for saving my son's life.

Perhaps someday

the men of El Puerto

will save my life.

Antonio, vmonos.

We must burn this.

The doctors and their medicines had failed.

The priests had failed.

Take us to the river where

Lucas saw the witches dance.

Was Ultima's magic stronger than the saints?

And the Holy Mother Church?

It was Mauricio's

oldest boy.

He was crushed

beneath a tractor.

That's right.

He...

He worked the potato fields in Colorado.

Now, his other boy,

he runs whiskey in Texas.

You know,

to the cotton fields in the dry counties.

Mauricio? Does he

run whiskey too?

Mauricio? He just runs

from his wife.

When my father's friends,

the vaqueros came to town,

they always found

their way to our table.

I liked to watch my father

reminisce about the old times,

because for a while

he was happy.

Other times he'd curse the war

that had taken my brothers

so far away from home,

and from his dream of moving

us all to California.

When do you plan to go?

When my boys come back

from the war.

Then we'll all go together.

You know, there's...

There's lots of work out there,

and now with

the war and all.

As I said, there's work

in Texas too!

Oh!

My man of learning.

The last one to leave me.

# Tony's going to school! #

Theresa, stop!

He should be a scholar.

Perhaps a priest,

a man of the people.

Remember you are a Luna.

And a Marez.

Deborah, take him

to Miss Maestas.

She knows my family.

S, Mama.

My scholar.

Ooh! A scholar already,

and only on your first day of school, mijo?

You know,

in my day only the rich got to go to school.

My father,

he gave me a saddle blanket and a wild pony,

and he said, "There,

the llano, there's your life."

Ves, mijito?

That's why we live here,

on this dry piece of dirt

where nothing grows,

so your father can be close

to his old Marez ways.

Mijo, why don't you

ask your mom,

what was it that made her

fall in love with me, huh?

Was the sweat of the horse

in my clothes,

or its smell on my hands that

made her fall so in love with me?

Time to go, Mama.

Yes, it's time to go.

Yeah, so it is.

Theresa?

Mis hijos! All right.

Remember, be respectful to your teachers.

And Antonio, suerte.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Give Miss Maestas

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