Crow, the Mountain Man, the warrior, stood in front of the mirror with butterflies in his stomach. He once again checked his hair and his freshly cleaned red shirt. He nearly jumped out of his skin, when the unseen LeRue asked, “What are you doing?”
Crow spun around, “I"m…I"m”
LeRue, a smirk on his face said, “Yes, come on you can say it.”
Crow turned back to the mirror, cleared his throat and said, “I"m going to ask Hernando"s permission to call on Francisca.”
“Ah, amigo that is a big step. Is it because of the Quinceañera?”
“Yes, I want to give her my gift as a suitor. I had to wait to see if I would be allowed into the church and to become a citizen. Now, I have also been given a land grant. I feel I have something to offer.”
“I think you have nothing to worry about, my friend. Yo
