The Witchery of Rita and Waiting for Tonti

About this book

IT was in the old Spanish Mission days in the Santa Cruz Valley, when the quail still called "Cuidado!" instead of "Quit" and the domain of the king extended as far north through what is now known as Arizona as the viceroy's imagination-restrained only by Apache lances-could carry; a time when Papago neophytes said their prayers regularly and worked fairly faithfully, and when among the "gente decente" there was always leisure for the gracious word or a copa de vino.