Use your legs for balance,â he demanded, with his face two inches from mine, and the smell of beer heavy on his breath.
I was pumping away when Rafael came over with a handful of feed and offered it to my hay bale.
âNo fucking joke!â snapped El Diablo, raising his whip toward Rafael for a second.
He turned back to me and said, âBug, you learn to ride right or you kill somebody out there. Somebody with kids, you know. I ride a million times better than you, and I kill my own brother on the track in my countryâPeru.â
Then El Diablo poured some beer into the dirt, watching it seep into the earth.
âThatâs for
him
â
mi hermano
,â El Diablo said. â
Por el muerto
. For the dead.â
âHowâd it happen?â I asked, cautious.
âHow?â
he answered, stopping to take a slug of beer. âHis horse break a leg on the first turn. So my brother jump off. He lying on the ground, but my horse no see. Steps on him. Puts its hoof through his skull.
Thatâs how!
â
I just stared into his glowing eyes.
âI know right away he dead. But I finish the race, not to face it for another minute. I beat my horse with the whip till somebody take it away from me. Thatâs when they give me this nameâthe Devil.â
âBut it was an accident,â I said.
âThatâs what I say to my ma-ma when I tell her how I kill her son. That no stop her tears,â he said. âBeing a jockey âbout waiting your turn to get hurt, or paralyze, or killed. You know âbout those things, bug?â
âI know,â I answered.
âWhat you know?â he exploded. âPick up you shirt! Pick it up! Show me!â
I started to lift my shirt, and El Diablo yanked it quick up to my chin, feeling around my shoulder blades on both sides.
âHah! Too clean!â he sneered, pulling up his own shirtand pointing to the bumps beneath his shoulders. âI break each collarbone twice. Thatâs what happens when you go flying from horse. Itâs a badge of honor for riders. I got four. It say I know âbout being jockey, âbout what can happen. You got none, bug. You know nothing. You no even got a pair of leather boots. You ride in joke sneakers your ma-ma buy for you.â
I was somewhere between being ready to break down bawling and wanting to fight. Then I thought about those jockeys on the racetrack and how they seemed bulletproof to all that shit people said to them.
Thatâs when Nacho yelled at El Diablo in Spanish.
I heard him say my name, the word
âmadre,â
and
âno.â
But El Diablo just laughed him off.
âWhat else you got to teach me?â I asked, trying to sound strong.
âYou know how to use this?â he came back, shoving the whip at me.
I closed my hand around it, and the inside of my palm started to burn.
âProve to me,â said El Diablo.
I hit that hay bale as hard as I could, still pumping with my other arm.
I could hear the
swoosh
of air and almost feel the whipâs crack.
âNow, switch whip to your left hand,â he ordered. âThat surprises horse. Lets him know you mean business.â
But I didnât have nearly as much strength from that side.
âHarder! Hit harder!â he hollered, grabbing my left arm and squeezing until it hurt.
Then he swung my arm up and down, again and again, until I thought he was going to break it off.
But I wouldnât give in or tell him to stop. I just stared right through him.
Nacho and his brothers came rushing over, pulling El Diablo off me, screaming,
âPara! Para! No!â
El Diablo just shoved the three of them to the floor, with the horses in the barn raising their voices too.
I jumped off that bale of hay and stuck my chest out in front of his, with every muscle in my body trembling.
âBack off!â I shouted in the strongest voice I could find.
Then he looked into my eyes, nearly
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