Frida's husband

Usage examples of diego.

Once when she relaxed against Diego Masferrer, she yanked her head up, cracking him under the chin.

She cried out and tried to scramble from the saddle, but Diego held her down, his arms clamped firmly around her body.

She laughed softly to herself, and Diego leaned toward her, his hat brushing her hair.

As they passed a hacienda, two of the riders waved to Diego and turned off.

Maria turned to Diego for reassurance, but he and the governor, bristling at each other only moments ago, were now exchanging glances.

She looked from Diego to Maria, not a flicker of feeling showing on her face.

Her own sister stood before her, but as Diego tipped his hat to her, turned back to his horse and swung into the saddle, Maria felt her strength leaving with him.

She knew she had not left Father Efrain and Carmen de Sosa behind, and now there was no Diego with his sword to send them loping into the bushes.

Maria tried to speak, to tell Diego to put her down, but the words were not there.

Maria remembered little of last night, except that Diego had set her down on the bed and covered her.

How different Diego was this morning from the angry man of last night.

I still remember the hours he spent in the corral with Diego, instructing his riding, making him rope fenceposts over and over until they were both exhausted and in tears.

He was dressed like Diego, in leather vest and knee-length breeches, with homespun shirt and high boots, but he was Indian.

Before she could scream again, Diego threw open the door, his sword drawn, a blanket thrown around his bare shoulders.

She gasped and drew another breath to scream, but Diego clapped his hand over her mouth, then pulled her close to his chest, sitting on her bed and lifting her onto his lap.