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However, to his relief, Austin did not appear, and inasmuch as Alaire did not refer to her husband in any way, Dave decided that he must be absent, perhaps on one of his notorious sprees. The mistress of the big ranch was in her harness, having at once assumed her neglected duties.
I am a man of iron yes, an invincible soldier and yet I have a heart, and a woman could rule me." "You say you have a heart." Alaire studied her vis-avis curiously as he met her eyes with his mournful gaze. "How is it that I hear such strange stories about you, general?" "What stories?" "Stories too terrible to mention. I wonder if they can be true." "Lies, all of them!" Longorio asserted.
As consciousness returns after a swoon, so did realization return to Alaire Austin. Faintly, uncertainly at first, then with a swift, strong effort she pushed herself out of Dave's reluctant arms. They stood apart, frightened. Dave's gaze was questioning. Alaire began to tremble and to struggle with her breath. "Are we mad?" she gasped. "What have we done?" "There's no use fighting.
"Lucky you found somebody at the water-hole," Ed commented. "Who was this Ranger? Never heard of the fellow," he commented on the name. "The Rangers are nothing like they used to be." "This fellow would do credit to any organization." As Alaire described how expeditiously Law had made his arrest and handled his man, her husband showed interest.
Dave was glad that he had swallowed "Young Ed's" incivility, not only for his own sake, but for the sake of Alaire. After all, he argued, it was barely possible that Ed had spoken the truth. There WERE many sorrel horses; the evidence of those rain-washed hoof-prints was far from conclusive; even the fact that Urbina belonged to the Tad Lewis outfit was no more than a suspicious circumstance.
In spite of the unhealthy fancies that Dave Law had taken to bed with him, he arose this morning in fine spirits and with a determination to put in a happy day. Alaire, too, was in good humor and expressed her relief at escaping from everything Mexican. "I haven't seen a newspaper for ages, and I don't know what is going on at Jonesville or anywhere else," she confided.
Why could not women, as well as men, yield to their inclinations drift with the current instead of breasting it until they were exhausted? There was David Law, for instance; he was utterly carefree, no duties shackled him. He had his horse, his gun, and his blanket, and they were enough; Alaire, like him, was young, her mind was eager, her body ripe, and her veins full of fire.
Doubtless he is a bad man." "Can't you do something?" "Eh?" Longorio lifted his brows in the frankest inquiry. "That poor girl with her little, bare, brown-eyed baby was pitiful." Alaire leaned forward with an earnest appeal in her face, and her host smiled. "So? That is how it is, eh? What is her name?" "Inez Garcia. The husband's name is Juan." "Of course. These peladors are all Juans.
Alaire had been repelled by Luis Longorio's evident love for her, but a similar emotion in this man's breast had quite the opposite effect. She was eager for friendship, hungry for affection, starved for that worship which every woman lives upon. Having a wholesome confidence in her own strength of character, and complete faith in Law's sense of honor, she was neither alarmed nor offended.
"You can never know what these two days have been for me," the general said as he and Alaire lingered over their meal. "They will afford me something to think about all my life! It is a delicious comfort to know that you trust me, that you do not dislike me. And you do not dislike me, eh?" "Why, of course not. I have a great deal for which to thank you."
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