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Updated: June 7, 2025
His arm about her shoulders, he faced her to the window, and pointed to the hills, asleep now in their brown winter coat behind a clear film of smoky blue. "I stood up there one evening, weighted down with guns and ammunition, hunting and hunted in the most desperate game I ever played," he said. "The sun was low over this valley, and Alamito was a gleam of white among the autumn gold.
But, without being highly educated, I knew a way to save time and expense. We went to the State land-office and had a practical, what they call a "working," sketch made of all the surveys of land from the old mission to the Alamito River. On this map I drew a line due southward to the river. The length of lines of each survey and section of land was accurately given on the sketch.
After the lordly manner of the cattle "barons," as they were called in the Northwest, Chadron set his bounds by mountains and rivers. Twenty-five hundred square miles, roughly measured, lay within his lines, the Alamito Ranch he called it the Little Cottonwood.
Suddenly, out of the cedar-brake I stepped into a beautiful green valley where a tributary small stream ran into the Alamito River. And there I was startled to see what I took to be a wild man, with unkempt beard and ragged hair, pursuing a giant butterfly with brilliant wings.
But the risk would be foolish, no matter what his pride must suffer by going in a wagon. "Have you heard the news from Meander?" she inquired. "No, news comes slowly to Alamito Ranch, and will come slower now that Banjo is gone, Mrs. Chadron says. What's been happening at Meander?" "They held their conventions there last week to nominate county officers, and what do you think?
"It was nice of you to come over and tell me the news, anyhow, Banjo; you're always as obligin' and thoughtful as you can be." "It's always been a happiness and a pleasure, mom, and I've come a good many times with news, sad and joyful, to your door. But I reckon it'll be many a long day before I come ridin' to Alamito with news ag'in; many a long, long day." "What do you mean, Banjo?
"I'll go on to the agency after the doctor and send him over to Alamito as quick as he can go," he said. "And I'll see if Mother Mathews can go over, too. She's worth four doctors when it comes to keep the pizen from spreadin' in a wound."
She scorned him and his veneration for orders, and turned from him coldly. "Is there no doctor with your detachment?" she asked. "He has gone on with the main body, Miss Landcraft. They have several wounded." "Wounded murderers and burners of homes! Well, I'm not going to Alamito Ranch with you, sir, unless you can contrive an ambulance of some sort and take this gentleman too."
"I always carry a warm place in my heart for Alamito wherever I may stray." Nola frisked around and took the banjo from its green cover, talking all the time, pushing and placing chairs, and settling Banjo in a comfortable place. Then she armed him with the instrument, making quite a ceremony of it, and asked him to play.
That had happened to him more than once, and it only seemed to sharpen the pleasure of being snowed in at a place like Alamito, where the kitchen was fat and the hand of the host free. He smiled as he turned to the kitchen to wash his face and soap his hair. They passed a very pleasant afternoon at the ranchhouse, in spite of Mrs. Chadron's uneasiness on account of their defenseless state.
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