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The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya

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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Long</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Storied</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> 104actually had several – were in fact just as much in training as the recruits that now stood before <strong>Jose</strong> tolearn how to shoot. <strong>The</strong>y considered themselves a different breed from the regular infantryman,however, <strong>and</strong> when he stopped to think about these motorcycle trainees <strong>Jose</strong> saw much in them thatreminded him <strong>of</strong> his days in the cavalry. He also saw much that amazed him in how rapidly the Armyhad taken to all <strong>of</strong> the varying mobile machines, given that it had only been two years since he wasbouncing along through the desert on machines that the army then considered entirely experimental. Healso was never able, although he tried several times, to explain to Juan Paolo the irony that he felt whenhe realized that the motorcycles were largely made by a company called Indian Motorcycle.None <strong>of</strong> that crossed <strong>Jose</strong>’s mind, however, as the rider rounded the formation <strong>of</strong> trainees <strong>and</strong>came to a stop in front <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> with only minimal sliding. He had orders from <strong>Jose</strong>’s captain to fetch<strong>Jose</strong>, leaving the recruits to wait until a replacement could be sent out to operate the range for them.<strong>Jose</strong> was reluctant to leave his post at the range when there were men to be trained, but as soon as themessenger made him aware <strong>of</strong> why the captain had sent a rider instead <strong>of</strong> simply telephoning <strong>Jose</strong>jumped from the porch into the motorcycle’s sidecar in one gracefully acrobatic moment: Eudora wasin labor.<strong>The</strong> air in his face was stingingly cold, but as they bounced down the dirt roads <strong>of</strong> the camp tothe main gate <strong>and</strong> Chillicothe <strong>Jose</strong> still wished that the driver <strong>of</strong> the motorcycle would take him fasterthan the prescribed twenty-five-miles-an-hour maximum speed. Nonetheless, as long as the trip seemedit was hardly ten minutes before the motorcycle was pulling up in front <strong>of</strong> his little house, <strong>and</strong> onceagain <strong>Jose</strong> performed feats <strong>of</strong> acrobatic by this time vaulting out <strong>of</strong> the sidecar before the messengerhad had his chance to bring the machine to a slow <strong>and</strong> elegant stop. Juan Paolo, who had also riddenalong on the motorcycle studying its operation like he studied the operation <strong>of</strong> the steamrollers,approved <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong>’s athleticism <strong>and</strong> decided to do his own vaulting dismount, adding a floating midairsomersault for effect. <strong>Jose</strong>, however, was already up the four porch steps <strong>and</strong> to the front door before

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