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Ten miles more and they would have been safe, for the Rio Grande is not a difficult river either to ford or to swim. He dismounted and made his way on foot to a point where he could command a view, but he had barely established himself when he found Alaire at his side. "Go back," he told her. But she would not, and so they waited together.
When they came to the corrals, an intricate series of pens and chutes at the rear of the outbuildings, Law beheld two thoroughbred horses standing at the hitching-rail. "I'm proud of my horses, too," said Alaire. "You have reason to be." With his eyes alight Dave examined the fine points of both animals. He ran a caressing hand over them, and they recognized in him a friend.
"How beautiful! A nest for a bird of paradise!" "Don't you consider this rather a mad adventure?" Alaire insisted. "Suppose it should become known that you crossed the river?" Longorio snapped his fingers. "I answer to no one; I am supreme. But your interest warms my heart; it thrills me to think you care for my safety. Thus am I repaid for my days of misery."
It would be unsafe for you." "Do you mean to say that war has been declared?" "Practically." "What ? You are telling me the truth?" A moment, then Alaire continued, more calmly, "If that is so, there is all the more reason why I should lose no time." "Listen!" The general was deeply in earnest. "You have no conception of the chaos out there." He waved a comprehensive gesture.
Trust me, I've watched it in myself." "So you cared for me from the very first?" Alaire questioned. It was the woman's curiosity, the woman's hunger to hear over and over again that truth which never fails to thrill and yet never fully satisfies. "Oh, even before that, I think!
Her bare arms were about his neck; a sigh, the token of utter surrender, fluttered from her throat. She raised her face to his and their lips melted together. For a time they were all alone in the universe, the center of all ecstasy. Dave was whispering wild incoherencies as Alaire lay in his embrace, her limbs relaxed, her flesh touching his, her body clinging to his. "Dream-man!" she murmured.
Alaire's eyes dilated; she held herself away, saying, breathlessly: "Murder! Is that what it was? He Longorio told me something quite different." "Naturally. It was he who hired José to do the shooting." "Oh-h!" Alaire hid her face in her hands. She looked up again quickly, however, and her cheeks were white. "Then he won't spare you, Dave." She choked for an instant.
Alaire leaned weakly against the table, her frightened eyes fixed upon the speaker. Even yet she could not fully grasp the meaning of her husband's behavior and tried to put aside those fears that were distracting her. Perhaps, after all, she told herself, Ed was taking his own way to "Yes! They aim to discover how he was killed and all about it. Sure! I suppose they found out where he was buried.
"It is a mistake for a wife to lay up pretty things, since they are merely temptations to other women." Alaire tried to reason her out of this mood. "Why should any one molest us? Who could wish us harm?" she asked. "Ha! Did you see that general? He was like a drunken man in your presence; it was as if he had laid eyes upon the shining Madonna. I could hear his heart beating." "Nonsense!
"Of course the law provides a way, but you wouldn't, couldn't, understand how I feel about divorce." The mere mention of the word was difficult and caused Alaire to clench her hands. "We're both too shaken to talk sanely now, so let's wait " "There's something you must understand before we go any further," Dave insisted.
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