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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Iffen Kirby here hadn’t been to hand, Johnny would have skinned th’ Trinfan kid with his quirt—jus’ ’cause he dropped his purse outside th’ Jacks an’ th’ kid followed him to give it back. Johnny’s meaner than a drunk Injun these days. That’s Bible-swear truth, Rennie." "To lose a war makes a man bitter," Don Cazar said slowly. "Johnny was far too young when he ran away to join Howard.
Heard tell that Don Cazar, he’s set some good rewards on a coupla studs as was run off th’ Range this summer." "Don Cazar has good horses?" "’Bout th’ best in these here parts. He runs ’em on th’ Range th’ old style—stud an’ twenty—twenty-five mares together in a manada, all one color to a band. They sure is a grand sight: band o’ roans, then one o’ duns, an’ some blacks.
Why a man wants to git hisself all stuck up with cinders an’ cover territory faster than th’ Good Lord ever intended him to travel—that’s some stupid thinkin’ I can’t take to. A good hoss, maybe a wagon, does a man want to do some tradin’ like Don Cazar—that’s right enough. But them trains, they’s pure pizen an’ a full soppin’ keg o’ it!" Drew looked about him.
"Bayliss come out here two years ago. ’Fore that, Major Kenny, he was in command between here an’ Tucson. Had him an outpost right on th’ edge o’ th’ Range. Him an’ Don Cazar, they never talked no war, ’cept ’gainst Apaches an’ th’ bandidos.
The boy caught the piece, his eyes round as he looked at it. "Lordy! Thanks, Mister Kirby! You must be near as shiny as Don Cazar—or Mister Topham!" "Shiny?" Callie laughed. "Silver-shiny!
Hunt Rennie and Lieutenant Spath stood side by side beyond the bars. Or rather, not Hunt Rennie, but Don Cazar was there—for the owner of the Range was wearing the formal Spanish dress in which Drew had first seen him. And his expression was one of withdrawal. "They think that I’m one of Kitchell’s men and that I had something to do with those stolen horses we found on the Range."
The Mexican, his shoulder bandaged, was propped up against the saddle they had taken from Shiloh. He stared at them sullenly, his gaze finally centering on Don Cazar when they took places opposite him. "Some of that coffee for him, Chino," Rennie called. Herrera brought over a tin cup from the fire now blazing.
Sometimes it would seem that he would, if he could, push aside Don Cazar himself.... Now I think we should ride again." By dawn Drew had no idea where they were except that they pushed south. Whether they were now on the Range he did not know.
Shiloh tossed his head, looked over his shoulder at Drew, who entered the stall and began quieting the stallion with hands drawn gently over the back and up the arch of the neck. "The mare also?" Don Cazar continued. "Yes." The Kentuckian’s answer sounded curt in his own ears, but he could not help it. "This Eclipse, amigo," Don Lorenzo turned to Rennie for enlightenment—"he was a notable horse?"
You had your sleep out, boy?" Drew found Rennie’s expression one of indifference. Maybe Don Cazar no longer regarded him with the cold dislike Drew had met at the camp, but they were still strangers. What he had once said back in Kentucky at a remote and distant time was very true now.
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