GV2“And so, dear heart,” she murmured presently, “you will be a California ranchero, no? In the fulness of time you will eject these Americans who plow our pastures and cut down our trees and dig canals from the river to irrigate their crops. I do not like them. They have no manners.”

“No, they are not of the gente de razon, I’ll admit, darling, but the’ll make a state out of California. Yes, I’ll eject them when the time comes and I’ll be a ranchero and revive all the ancient glory of both our clans.” Peter B. Kyne, Tide of Empire (Cosmopolitan, 1928)