"'Well, men,' Demetrio said, 'you know we've only twenty rifles, besides my thirty-thirty. If there are just a few of them, we'll shoot until there's not a live man left. If there's a lot of 'em, we can give 'em a good scare, anyhow.'
He undid a rag belt about his waist, loosened a know in it and offered the contents to his companions. Salt. A murmur of approbation rose among them as each took a few grains between the tips of his fingers.
They ate voraciously: then, glutted, lay down on the ground, facing the sky. They sang monotonous, sad songs, uttering a strident shout after each stanza." (9, 11)

"'Thank God, a kind soul and tortillas full of beans and chili are never lacking,' Anastasio Montanez said with a triumphant belch.
The mountaineers would shake calloused hands with the travelers, saying:
'God's blessing on you...