When I was a kid my Dad would tell us kids all about himself growing up and his family and friends. One of the stories I remember was about an adventure his grandfather and father had in the rugged mountains of New Mexico.
Great Grandpa Vicente was a Teamster (he hauled goods and stock for others from one town to another) and being a widower, he would take his son Crespin with him as soon as he was old enough to help.
One particular trip, they were transporting store goods along with a string of horses and were suddenly surrounded by the notorious Commanche indian, Victorio and his renegades. Vicente was so worried about them taking the horses, in particular, as Vicente not only caught the wild horses but broke and trained them as well and needed the money he would make off of them to survive the year. He thought about the goods he carried and how the town he was delivering them to was so reliant on him, but most of all he worried about his only child and was thinking how he was going to protect him.
As Victorio and his fearful bunch approached Vicente, he had decided that he would fight them all off to protect his young son. He told Crespin what he would have to do to survive this attack. However, all they wanted was to trade for tobacco. Why, Vicente was so relieved that he gave them all the tobacco they wanted and watched them happily go on their way appreciating the great gift they received as was Vicente and Crespin also appreciative of the gift they had recieved.
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