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The boys and girls were all hurtling up and down the hilly trail, but no one really seemed to carewho won; there was no arguing, no showboating, and, most noticeably, no coaching. ángel and theschoolteacher were watching  and with intense interest, but not yelling advice. Theyweren’t even cheering. The kids accelerated when they felt frisky, downshifted when they didn’t,and caught an occasional breather under a shady tree when they with her, he would sanction
everything at oncehe answered. .

But unlike most of the other players, Marcelino never seemed to slow. He was tireless, flowinguphill as lightly as he coasted down, his legs scissoring in a surprisingly short, mincing stride thatsomehow still looked smooth, not choppy. He was on the tall side for a Tarahumara boy, and hadthe same thrill-of-the-game grin that always used to creep across Michael Jordan’s face as theclock was ticking down. On his team’s final lap, Marcelino fired a bank shot off a big rock to theleft, calculated the ricochet, and was in position to receive his own pass, picking the ball up on thefly and covering fifty yards in a matter of seconds over a trail as rocky as a riverbed.

ángel banged on an iron bar with the back of a hatchet. Game over. The kids begin filing backinside the schoolhouse, the older ones carrying wood for the school’s open fireplace. Few returnedour greeting; many had only heard their first words of Spanish the day they started school.

Marcelino, however, stepped out of line and came over. ángel had told him what we were up to.

“Que vayan bien,” Marcelino said. Good luck with your trip. “Caballo Blanco es muy norawa demi papá.”
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