Chapter 11: Ramón
Sacramento was a new experience for Sam. California was part of Mexico, and the architecture of the city, the dress and language of the people were all sources of fascination. The first Spanish phrase he had to learn was Yo no hablo Español, as he was often approached by the local citizens, who had assumed, from his Indian countenance, he was of their culture. The young women seemed to be especially taken by him. He was taller than the average Mexican, a trait that, apparently, was highly desired among the fairer s*x.
“Looks like you got your pick of any number of these señoritas,” Gus chided him as they made their way down the street toward their hotel. Garrett and Todd laughed.
Sam merely blushed and shook off Gus’ remark. The cook knew very well where Sam’s s****l i
