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Updated: May 23, 2025
There were rough, brown cow-boys from La Junta and Cajon, and miners in rough dress down from the gulches for a night, but mainly the promenaders appealed to him with elegance of dress and manner. Many of the ladies came without hats, which added to the charm of their eyes and hair.
The Little Woman peered into the rear vision mirror and pressed the toe of her white pump upon the accelerator. "There's only one man in the world that can pass ME on the road," the Little Woman drawled, "and he doesn't wear a panama!" As we snapped around the turns of Cajon Grade, I looked back once or twice.
And the voices within her were silenced, stunned, unanswered. "I want to talk to you," said Stewart. Madeline started, turned to him, and now she saw the earlier Stewart, the man who reminded her of their first meeting at El Cajon, of that memorable meeting at Chiricahua. "I want to ask you something," he went on. "I've been wanting to know something. That's why I've hung on here.
"Miss Majesty, I reckon before this I've said things was amazin' strange. But now Gene Stewart has gone an' done it! Listen to me. Them Greasers down on our slope hev been gettin' prosperous. They're growin' like bad weeds. An' they got a new padre the little old feller from El Cajon, Padre Marcos. Wal, this was all right, all the boys thought, except Gene.
Fer Pat hates Gene, an' I reckon Gene ain't very sweet on Pat. They're jest natural foes in the first place, an' then the course of events here in El Cajon has been aggravatin'. "'Hello, Stewart! You're the feller I'm lookin' fer, said Pat. "Stewart eyed him an' said, mighty cool an' sarcastic, 'Hawe, you look a good deal fer me when I'm hittin' up the dust the other way.
She's the only person Gene ever let ride that horse, unless, as Bill thinks, the little Mexican girl, Bonita, rode him out of El Cajon the other night. Well, sister mine, how about it will you accept the horse?" "Assuredly. And very happy indeed am I to get him. Al, you said, I think, that Mr. Stewart named him after me saw my nickname in the New York paper?" "Yes."
Looking back, they could see the valley marked off by its roads into many squares of green, and dotted here and there by small towns and cities stretching away toward the western ocean until it was lost in a gray-blue haze out of which the distant San Gabriels, beyond Cajon Pass, lifted into the clear sky above, like the shore-line of dreamland rising out of a dream sea.
Presently he said: "'Pat, thet's a fool idee, an' if you do the trick it'll hurt you all the rest of your life. There's absolutely no reason to frighten Miss Hammond. An' tryin' to arrest her would be such a damned outrage as won't be stood fer in El Cajon. If you're sore on me send me to jail. I'll go. If you want to hurt Al Hammond, go an' do it some man kind of way.
The capitulation of President Diaz followed shortly, and there was a feeling of relief among ranchers on the border from Texas to California. Nothing more was heard of Gene Stewart until April, when a report reached Stillwell that the cowboy had arrived in El Cajon, evidently hunting trouble. The old cattleman saddled a horse and started post-haste for town.
"Link, drive Stillwell to El Cajon in time for him to catch the El Paso train," she said. "Wait there for his return, and if any message comes from him, telephone it at once to me." Then she gave Stillwell the telegrams to send from El Cajon and drafts to cash in El Paso.
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