LOVE WORDS FOR ANNIE
"What town business is that? Where will he work?" Ramon was plainly impatient of so much vagueness.
"Well, there's a bank robbery—I paid particular attention, Ramon, so I know for certain. But when he'll do it, or what bank he'll use, I don't know any more than you do. And there's a running fight down the street and through the Mexican quarter. The rest is just street stuff—that and a fiesta that I think he'll probably use the old plaza for location. He'll need a lot of Mexicans for that stuff. He'll want you, of course."
"That bank—who will do that?" Ramon's fingers trembled so that he could scarcely roll a cigarette. "Andy, perhaps?"
"No—that's the Mexican bunch. I—why, I guess that will maybe be you, Ramon. I wasn't paying much attention to the parts—I was after locations, and I only had about two minutes at the script. But he's been giving you some good bits right along where he needed a Mexican type; and those scenes in the rocks the other day was bandit stuff with you for lead. It'll be you or Miguel—
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