“This Uncle Salvador sounds like a very extraordinary man. I’ve never heard your papa speak about him,” Harris said. He spoke as if he had known Papa forever. “Should we continue with our documents?” Clara must have held back the actual story of Tío Salvador.
“Oh, there’s time for all that. Before we do anything else, tell us what happened at the fire. I’ve always said Alicia is too friendly with Nina and her Indian relations. I told her not to trust them. None of them.”
Alicia wrung her hands below the table. Her palms were sweaty. She wanted to ask, was Nina involved with the fire?
“They made arrests. The Presidio soldiers hauled off two fellows,” Harris said. “Everyone saw what happened. I can tell you one thing—those boys will be lucky if they get a trial.” He spoke like an upstanding citizen full of official news.
“Two of who? Was anyone hurt?” Alicia’s breakfast grew cold on her plate.
“I don’t know why they didn’t arrest that trapper, too. At least they got Nina’s thieving brothers,” Clara said. “She better not show up here.”
“The ruined hides were worth thousands of dollars. I didn’t know the Mission made that much money. I’m in the wrong business.” Harris stuck out his cleaned plate. “Is there more breakfast?”
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