Its red color helps me.

I think I draw strength from red, just as I do from a fine, tender buffalo steak." He spoke with much earnestness, and the other two did not contradict him.

Meanwhile he gracefully folded the great serape about his shoulders, letting it fall to the saddle.

No Mexican could have worn it more rakishly.
"That's my shield and protector," he said.

"Now blow wind, blow snow, I'll keep warm." It blew wind, but it did not blow snow.