The Black Scorpion Page #4

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No, really, I'm all right.

I've fallen off Lucero before.

Not for many years, but...

I really can ride, gentlemen.

I'm Teresa Alvarez, of Miraflores.

Hank Scott.

Dr. Arturo Ramos.

The luck of the Alvarez. Tumble off a horse

and land right next to a doctor.

Doctors of geology. We operate only

with little hammers on rocks.

How about the horse?

I saw him gallop off.

Oh, don't bother.

Lucero always goes back to Miraflores...

...but, the saddle, I don't know...

- I'll get it.

- You're very kind.

- No bother at all.

- Do you happen to have a canteen?

- Oh, sure. Right on the jeep. Come on.

- There's a mirror you can use.

- Great.

Well, we'll be here several weeks at least.

We're conducting a sort of

preliminary survey...

...and then the other boys

will join us here next month.

You make it sound like

a very intriguing occupation.

Oh, it is. You meet

such interesting volcanoes.

Hey, Hank!

Thank you, doctor.

I ought to thank you.

I found this near the saddle.

- Oh, is that good?

- I'll say it is. It's obsidian.

That's lava that's cooled.

Well, I wouldn't know.

Cattle, yes, but rocks...

- Could I ask another favor of you?

- Well, sure.

Would you mind taking me

back to San Lorenzo?

- Be glad to.

- Thank you.

I must get there today.

The telephone isn't working, and I have

to hire some riders to help with my cattle.

That old volcano is really causing

a lot of trouble this time.

Yeah, we heard in the village

about your cowboys.

Well, if I lose my cattle, I lose everything.

- How are things in San Lorenzo?

- Oh, so-so.

I don't know what's gotten

into my vaqueros at Miraflores.

So there was an earthquake...

...and the cattle started eating some

poisonous weed we haven't learned of yet.

Is that any reason

to act like frightened children?

I don't think it's just

a poisonous plant, seorita.

You don't grow them that can push in

the side of a building and wreck a car.

Oh, don't forget. You've promised

to use Miraflores as your headquarters.

It will be a great convenience, seorita.

- Then we'll meet later?

- Right.

Chamoco, Felipe, Jose.

All of you.

Let me ask you this.

If your patron, my father,

were alive today...

...would you be frightened of sounds in the

night and run like children to the village?

- Seorita Teresa, I understand you need us.

- I say only this, muchachos.

I have known you all for all my life.

We have always worked together.

- Many of you were born at Miraflores.

- That's right.

If you don't wish to return just

to help me save my cattle for me...

...then return to save Miraflores.

- We'll return.

- Gracias.

Dr. Ramos. Dr. Scott.

- Major Cosio wants to see you.

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