I lit a woodfire on the cement floor of the barn to make light.
We made love on the crates.
Terry got up and cut right back to the shack.
Her father was yelling at her.; I could hear him from the barn.
She'd left me a cape to keep warm; I threw it over my shoulder and skulked through the moonlit vineyard to see what was going on.
I crept to the end of a row and knelt in the warm dirt.
Her five brothers were singing melodious songs in Spanish.
The stars bent over the little roof; smoke poked from the stovepipe chimney.
I smelled mashed beans and chili.
The old man growled.
The brothers kept right on yodeling.
The mother was silent.
Johnny and the kids were giggling in the bedroom.
A California home; I hid in the grapevines, digging it all.
I felt like a million dollars; I was adventuring in the crazy American night.
Terry came out, slamming the door behind her.
I accosted her on the dark road.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, we fight all the time.
He wants me to go to work tomorrow.
He says he don't want me foolin around.
Sallie, I want to go to New York with you."
"But how?"
"I don't know, honey.
I'll miss you.
I love you."
"But I have to leave."
"Yes, yes.
We lay down one more time, then you leave."
We went back to the barn; I made love to her under the tarantula.
What was the tarantula doing?
We slept awhile on the crates as the fire died.
She went back at midnight; her father was drunk; I could hear him roaring; then there was silence as he fell asleep.
The stars folded over the sleeping countryside.
In the morning Farmer Heffelfinger stuck his head through the horse gate and said,
"How you doing, young fella?"
"Fine.
I hope it's all right my staying here."
"Sure thing.
You going with that little Mexican floozy?"
"She's a very nice girl."
"Very pretty too.
I think the bull jumped the fence.
She's got blue eyes."
We talked about his farm.
Terry brought my breakfast.
I had my canvas bag all packed and ready to go to New York, as soon as I picked up my money in Sabinal.
I knew it was waiting there for me by now.
I told Terry I was leaving.
She had been thinking about it all night and was resigned to it.