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152 Tamale Ridge by: Chuck Cusimano

That comment had Gid both excited and scared. What was on the mind of this young man who

had openly proclaimed his hatred for white men? In spite of what he had heard of the change in

the boy, he had a hard time enjoying his meal. He looked at Rosemarie and she would try to

look away but he could tell there was love in her for him. He decided to propose to her here and

now, in front of everyone, including the young, impetuous, teenager that held his life in his hand.

All became silent when Gideon stood up, his wooden chair making a screetch on the wooden

floor of the dining hall.

“I do not know all your customs,” said Gid, “but, in my country, the guest is also allowed to

make a toast.”

“Señor Thacker!” said Ramon, as he made a sweeping motion with his hand toward Gideon.

“By all means, please.”

Everyone present filled their wine glasses and stood, including Ramon.

“I would like to drink a toast to Francisco Guerra. The man who has raised the finest horses

in all of Mexico. The man who provided me with some great mares! A man we will all miss

terribly but will hold in our hearts, a special place.”

The crowd stood with their glasses held and muttered words of agreement as he continued.

“And the man,” he continued, “who would have been my father-in-law if Señorita Rosemarie

would have me.”

Before Ramon realized it he had put his glass to his lips and then the words hit home.

For an instant he stood there, holding his drink and looking stunned. At the same time all others

drank their toast and Gideon Thacker walked around the table and got down on one knee. He

took the hand of Rosemarie and asked her once again.

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