tin of Copenhagen, I'm almost out," he said, tossing the two silver coins to Perry. "I would like a pen that writes black if you can find one," he added. "You keep your money," Perry said, tossing the coins back to him "After all you don't know me, I might run off with your money and never come back." "Have you ever had that happen to you?" asked Goldsberry. "Yep, last spring my boss gave me a radio, Zenith, shortwave, A beautiful son of a beech. I could listen to Madrid, Barcelona, even Albuquerque. After a month it didn't work any more, something to do with the batteries this hombre told me. He was up here fishing, had a big red Ford pick up - anyway, he told me that he'd take the radio into the city and a friend of his would fix the batteries and that he would bring it back out in a week. I let him take the radio and two silver bucks for his friend to fix the batteries. He never come back again," Jose said sadly. "Well, why didn't you have your boss tell the sheriff?" asked Goldsberry. "No...some day I run across the son of a beechin bastard," Jose said stroking the scabbard of the 30-30,... "Some day I fun across him." "How many shots?" Perry asked with a gleam in his eye. "Two," Jose replied gazing off into the hazy valley below. "One for Saint George?" Perry asked. "Yep, one for San Jorge." by David L. Despain 38 Cinquain Gordon Sorensen Blind eyes Stare out to touch A world that others see With seeing hand that find two lips To kiss. 39