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He therefore met truculence with diplomacy, threatening looks with flattery, and hard words with a long story. Moreover, all Calabasas knew that Elpaso, if he had to, would fight, and that the eccentric guard was not actually to be cornered with impunity.
De Spain put up his hand to his neck, and looked down at a loose end hanging from his soft cravat. It had been torn by the bullet meant for his head. He tucked the end inside his collar. "A Calabasas man tried to untie it a few minutes ago. He missed the knot." Tenison did not hear the answer. He had reverted to his case.
"How about picking a couple of good barnmen over in the Gap, Bull?" "What kind of a job y'got?" "See McAlpin the next time you're over at Calabasas. How about that girl that lives with Duke?" Bull's face lighted. "Nan! Say! she's a little hummer!" "I hear she's gone down to Thief River teaching school." "Came by Duke's less'n three hours ago. Seen her in the kitchen makin' bread."
Through the San Fernando Valley, toward the hills of Calabasas runs that old road, El Camino Real of the early Mission days.
Up went the broken brim, and the whiskied face lighted with a shaking smile, "you turned some trick on that Calabasas crew some fight," Bull chuckled. "Bull, is old Duke Morgan a Republican?" Bull looked surprised at the turn of de Spain's question, but answered in good faith: "Duke votes 'most any ticket that's agin the railroad."
We didn't lose any horses, and the other barns are all right. Some of our Calabasas or Gap friends, probably. No matter, we'll get them all rounded up after a while, Nan. Then, some fine day, we're going to get married." De Spain rode that night to Calabasas to look into the story of the fire. McAlpin, swathed in bandages, made no bones about accusing the common enemy.
At Calabasas the Thief River stage line maintains completely equipped relay barns. They are over twenty miles from Sleepy Cat, but nearly fifty the other way from Thief River. The unequal division is not due to what was desirable when the route was laid out, but to the limit of what man could do in the never-conquered desert.
Even the men in Morgan's Gap, supposed to be past masters of the game played in the closed room at Calabasas, had been stunned by the issue of the few minutes with Jeffries's new man. Nan, who had heard but one side of the story, pictured the aggressor from the tale of the two who lived to tell of the horribly sharp action with him.
When de Spain reached the Calabasas barn, McAlpin, the barn boss, was standing in the doorway. "You'd never be comin' from Sleepy Cat in the saddle!" exclaimed McAlpin incredulously. De Spain nodded affirmatively as he dismounted.
She stepped down from the ledge as noiselessly as she had come. Shaken by the discovery she had so unexpectedly made, Nan retreated almost precipitately from the spot. And the question of what to do worried her as much as it worried de Spain. The whole range had been shaken by the Calabasas fight.
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