After having a surprisingly good time at the dust ranch, Pearl and I get up in the morning and set out on the road again.
“Sister Mary,” says Pearl, “our horses seem to be feeling better, after eating some hay.”
We then stop to say a prayer to our Virgin Mother and also one to each other. — But, all of a sudden, a bandit appears and pulls a knife on Pearl. Pearl is not slow to pull a knife of her own.
“Sister Pearl,” I say, “do you need my help?”
“No,” she answers; “I’ll take care of this guy alone.”
My sister and the bandit then start circling and lunging at each other with their blades. The bandit misses Pearl, but his knife ends up slicing my horse. While I begin applying ointment and bandages, Pearl stabs rapidly at the bandit, making crisscross incisions all over his costume: now he begins to bleed. The bandit retaliates by thrusting hard at my sister Pearl — this time, he nicks her. But Pearl counterattacks by jabbing the bandit deep in his gut.
The bandit collapses. There is blood all over the floor. Pearl grabs the man by his hair and looks in his eyes. She holds her knife to his throat and begins to cut. When finished, she mounts the bandit’s head on a post and then salvages his clothing.
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