Adapted from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela
Some men on horseback rode up, shouting and sweating; two
of them dismounted, while the other hung back to watch the
horses.
"We want food! Give us eggs, milk, beans, anything you've got!
We're starving!"
The speaker wore chevrons on his arm, his companion red
stripes on his shoulders.
"Whose place is this, old woman? Of course it's not empty. How
about the light and that child there? Look here, confound it, we
want to eat, and quick too. We're coming in."
"Tell me what they call this ranch, woman?" the sergeant asked.
"Limon," the woman replied curtly, carrying wood to the fire
and fanning the coals.