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Updated: September 1, 2025
Then the nerves that had stood strain already surprisingly long snapped and crisped back upon themselves like broken harp-strings. "I've shot him! I've shot him!" he cried. "Shot him, do you understand? Killed him, it may be. Get the doctor, quick! He's at the office. I passed Chino on the trail over to the Hill.
Say, we'll leave Chino for picket, and that Chihuahua cutting horse of Coon's, you have to put a rope on when you come to him. He's too touchy to sabe hobbles if you don't." When we had finished hobbling, and the horses were turned loose, the stranger proved to be "Babe" Bradshaw, an old chum of Edwards's.
Chino was already half an hour gone by the trail, and the Reno Kid was a desperado of the deadliest breed known to the West. How he came to turn up here there was no time to inquire. He was on hand, that was the point; and Reno Kid always "shot to kill." This would be no mere hold-up; it would be murder.
A more modern store is being arranged by the government that will soon displace the Chino.
There is going to be a liam-po, and the Chino Carlos is going to back it with ten thousand pesos capital. Big bettors will come from Tanauan, Lipa, and Batangas, as well as from Santa Cruz. It's going to be great! It's going to be great! This year Captain Tiago will not skin us as he has in the past, for he has not paid for more than three masses this year, and besides, I have a mutya of cacao.
Safety-pins and their surprises had to be investigated, and an admiring throng crowded around, marveling at Kali's daring. "Kali!" Piang exclaimed suddenly. "Look!" Seated at a table in front of a Chino café, were three men in earnest conversation: Alverez, a Filipino mestizo, who had acquired by deception the Moro title, Dato Tamangung; his cousin Vincente; and the Moro malcontent, Sicto.
Rising in the mountains and plateaus bounding two great connected valleys northwest of Prescott, known as Big Chino valley and Williamson valley, both over 4,000 feet above the sea, it discharges into Salt river about 10 miles south of McDowell and about 25 miles east of Phoenix, at an elevation of less than 1,800 feet above the sea.
"Chino!" cried at least a half-dozen peons in the same breath. Small wonder the Mexican considers the "gringo" rude.
He forgave them; it was a genetic condition associated with the willingness to walk slowly in front of onrushing traffic and also somehow with the inability to have money ready at checkout counters. Alison was waiting for him. "You're supposed to be late," he said. She smiled prettily. She was wearing a teal colored silk tunic over a chino skirt.
If some one had dragged Chino before that same gathering under unsupported accusation of any sort, it would as cheerfully and thoughtlessly have hung him. Of the gambling places, one only that conducted by Danny Randall and called the Bella Union inspired any sort of confidence.
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