“Oh you fucking dyke”, cried Lucy, in turn pulling the top of Andrea’s blouse and tearing it off, white buttons flying all over the floor.Roger ...ntervened and slipped off my wife’s black miniskirt from behind.Our wives were naked and resumed their fight. They kicked and punched each other. Andrea pulled on a strand of Lucy’s hair off. Lucy shrieked. Roger tackled me and we both fell on the floor throwing punches and cursing at each other.The wives stopped for a minute and watched us fighting.. They were on foot after their horse died. Suppose you tell us how you got that horse." I jest did. Can I put my hands down?" Well, the Mexicans put away their guns an' I wuz feelin' less scared. I told 'em again what happened but added more to it an' then of a sudden I wuz a hero. It turned out that one of the galoots had shot his son an' stole his horse. His son didn't die but wuz recuperatin' in the ranch house. Don Diego wuz mighty glad I kilt the galoot that shot his son an' got the. "Sounds good, let me go change out of my work clothes and I'll come help."I waited until Mom went into her room. "You were going to say something."He nodded without looking up. "It can wait."It felt like I was walking along a cliff and any moment the ground might give way and let me fall. I wanted to step back. I wanted to be safe. The problem was he made me feel safe, even on the cliff's edge. Part of me wanted to believe he would catch me if I fell.I clenched my jaw. No, I had to remember the. I laughed when she grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the middle of the floor.“Oh, you meant like you and me, not just in general?” I said.“Duh!” she laughed.The song that was playing was moderately fast and we started dancing. A moment later, we were joined by Jorge and Cindi and all of a sudden we were in the middle of a dancing exhibition. He was good. Really good. And Cindi seemed to be able to follow his lead easily; that, or she’d had some dancing experience.“Jorge, where’d you learn to.