spare any troops for Gandara. Besides, it was the federal government itself that had denied reappointment to Gandara. At the same time, the government had relieved Gandaraâs friend Yañez from duty as commanding federal officer in Sonora. Gandara and Yañez were finished; Giron stood satisfied of that. The government had sent Pedro Espejo to replace Yañez as commandante-general, and Espejoâwho should arrive shortlyâwas a friend of Pesquieraâs. Further, the government was dispatching one José de Aguilar, who had tried once before and failed to wrest the governorship from Gandara. Now, throughout the territory, Gandaraâs men were raising the cry that Aguilar and Pes-quiera were going to sell the state out to Norteamericano filibusters. It was, Giron thought restlessly, very complicated. During Aguilarâs previous attempt to seize the governorship, Gandaraâs deputy had arrested and imprisoned Aguilar. That was what had prompted Pesquiera to take up arms against the governor. During the past summer, on July 17, Pesquiera had besieged the capital here at Ures. On the eighth of August the city had fallen; Pesquiera had released his friend Aguilar from jail, and on the same day Giron had had the satisfaction of routing Gandaraâs own troops. Altar, Hermosillo, Guaymasâall the cities had slowly yielded to Pesquiera, and today Gandara, wherever he was hiding, was overthrown.
But the ex-governorâs brother Jesús still fought. Today it was Gironâs mission to guard his general while the troops went into the city and rooted out the guerrillas. By the end of the day, it should be over. Jesús Gandara had but few remaining men.
âThe attack will begin soon,â Pesquiera said. He picked up a knotty twig from the ground and used it to comb his beard. âGiron.â
â SÃ, general? â
âHow many men did you say you have in reserve?â
âTwo companies.â
âGood. Very good. I am in hopes we will have no need of them.â
âI, too.â
âWe will make use of them if we must,â Hilario Gabilondo said, in choppy tones. âNothing must prevent us from routing the last of them. They are pigsâthey must be crushed. We will take the city at any cost.â
City. Giron looked down upon the adobe-bounded square, the few narrow streets, the trees of the dusty town. Gabilondoâs glory is all in his head , he thought. Pesquiera said, âYou are too bloodthirsty, Hilario. In due time the last of them will retire. You can see the governorâs palace from here, amigos. Tonight we will raise our cups and drink to one another in that palace.â
â SÃ ,â Gabilondo said. âTonight.â He eased his muscular squat frame around to consider the sky. âWe have made a very successful campaign. Who would have foretold how short it has been?â
âWe have been fortunate,â Pesquiera said. âI only wish that Manuel Gandara himself were down there in Ures.â
Giron thought of himâDon Manuel Gandara. About fifty, he was, of pure Castilian blood, a tall and muscular man. Ruthless, powerful. He owned not only the Topahui grant but eight or nine large ranchos , with mines on them. Truly, he was a despotânow to be deposed.
âIt is my feeling,â Gabilondo said stiffly, âthat Gandara is back in the mountains with his Yaqui friends. Friendsâbah. I pray soon he will find out just what kind of friends he has bought for himself. The Yaquis will give him little enough support, once they find his power has been crushed. Mi general , I would like your leave to lead a party into the Sierra Madres. I will cut them to pieces and bring Gandaraâs head to you.â
Pesquiera waved a hand flutteringly, lazily. âYou are too impatient, Hilario. Your thirst for death is too anxious. There is time for everythingâand if you hope to outwit the Yaquis in their own