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Updated: May 15, 2025
"It is so, señor." "How do you know?" "I cannot say. But it is so. They have left the railroad and are following us." Waring smiled in the dark. "Dex, here, has been trying to tell me that for an hour." "And still the señor does not hasten!" "I am giving your cayuse a chance to make the grade. We'll ride an hour longer." Ramon bowed his head.
It is then that I tell Dex to find for me the Señor Jim." "And he trailed back to where Jim went down, eh? Uh-uh! I got a dog myself." "Will the Señor Jim ride again?" queried Ramon. "I dunno, boy, I dunno. But if you and me and the doc and the señora and mebby God get busy, why, mebby he'll stand a chance. How many times was he hit?" "Two times they shot him." "Two, eh?
Within a few paces of High Chin, Dex stopped and turned his head to look down at Waring. And Waring, swaying up on his hands, laughed wildly. "I came over to tell you that it was Pat's gun " He collapsed and lay still. High Chin sat staring dully at the gunman's uncovered head. The horse sniffed at Waring. High Chin's jaw sagged. He slumped down, and lay back across the body of his brother.
This time he traced the rope from picket to horse. It seemed a childish thing to do, yet it kept him awake. Did he imagine it, or had the rope moved? Dex had lifted his head. He was sniffing the cool morning air. Slowly the tawny-golden shape of the big buckskin turned, head up and nostrils rounded in tense rings. Waring glanced across the cañon. The farther wall was still dim in the half-light.
Ramon, outside Waring's room in the marshal's house, listened as the local doctor moved about. Presently he heard the doctor ask a question. Waring's voice answered faintly. Ramon stepped from the door and found his way to the stable. Dex, placidly munching alfalfa, turned his head as Ramon came in. "The Señor Jim is not dead," he told the horse.
Without a word of warning, and before the group on the veranda knew what was happening, Lorry shot from the doorway, leaped from the edge of the veranda rail, and alighted square in the saddle of Waring's horse, Dex. The buckskin whirled and dashed down the road, one rein dragging. Lorry reached down, and with a sinuous sweep of his body recovered the loose rein.
The circumstance hinted of an ambushment. Waring crossed to the deeper shadows and whistled. The call was peculiarly low and cajoling. He was answered by a muffled nickering. His horse Dex was evidently corralled at the back of the adobe. Pedro Salazar knew that Waring would come for the horse sooner or later, so he waited, crouching behind the adobe wall of the enclosure.
"I'll argue it out with 'em here." "Señor, I have killed a man!" gasped Ramon. Waring flung the reins to his companion. "All right! This isn't a fiesta, hombre; this is business." Ramon turned and put his horse up the slope, Dex following. Waring curled behind a rock and swept the valley with his glass. The heads of several rurales were visible in the brush.
The half-moon glowed against the edge of the world. About to ride on again, Waring saw a tiny group of horsemen silhouetted against the half-disk of burning silver. He spoke to his horse. Slowly they climbed the ridge, dropped down the eastern slope, and climbed again. In a shallow valley, Waring reined up, unsaddled Dex, and turned him loose. Ramon questioned this.
Now, tell me all about it." "Oh, it's too long! I've just learned that the girl is in, hand and glove, with the Judge and McNamara that's all. She's an advance agent their lookout. She brought in their instructions to Struve and persuaded Dex and me to let them jump our claim. She got us to trust in the law and in her uncle.
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