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"Don't like the looks of that," said Brevoort, as he pulled up his horse. "It's out in front of the 'dobe and it means the Ortez has got company." "Soldiers?" "Looks like it." "Arguilla's men?" "I reckon so. And they're up pretty clost to the line too clost to suit me. We'll ride round and do our talkin' with Ortez." "Ain't they friendly?" queried Pete. "Friendly, hell!
The proprietor of the hotel was mildly surprised when Bartley, remarking that he had been called away unexpectedly, paid the hotel bill. Bartley hastened back to the stable. Across the way the horses of the mountain men drowsed in the faint lamplight. Turning, Bartley saw Joshua and Dobe dimly silhouetted in the opening at the far end of the stable. Cheyenne was still in the saloon.
You'll think it's twenty, though, if the rain strikes 'Dobe Flat before we do. That's just what it's going to do, or I'm badly mistaken. Hawk! Get along, there!" "We haven't an umbrella with us," complained the tired one. "Beatrice, where did you put my raglan?" "In the big wagon, mama, along with the trunks and guns and saddles, and Martha and Katherine and James." "Dear me!
Hunger and thirst and a burning sun may not be immediately conducive to poetry or romantic imaginings. But the 'dobe in the distance shaded by a clump of trees, the gleam of the drying chiles, the glow of flowers, offered an acceptable antithesis to the barren roadway and the empty mesas. Sundown quickened his pace.
Pete thought that was the end of the show, but as Brevoort made no move to go, he fixed his attention on the screen again. Immediately another scene jumped into the flickering square. Pete stiffened. Before him spread a wide cañon. A tiny rider was coming down the trail from the rim. At the bottom was a Mexican 'dobe, a ramshackle stable and corral. And there hung the Olla beneath an acacia.
But I keep a light burning in the 'dobe house and make it look as if I were there." "Good. That worried me. Now, what's this murder of Jim Hoden going to do to Morton, Zimmer, and their crowd?" "Russ, they've all got blood in their eyes. This'll make them see red. I've only to say the word and we'll have all the backing we need." "Have you run into Blome?" "Once. I was across the street.
Arriving at the town of Stacey early that afternoon, Bartley arranged with the local liveryman for the dog's keep that night. From that night on, the dog never let Dobe out of his sight. It was evidently intended that he should sleep in stalls and guard Dobe against the approach of any one save his master. Bartley learned that Cheyenne had passed through Stacey headed south.
One hundred in the shade kept the vicinity somewhat depeopled. This quarter of the town was a ragged edge; its denizens the bubbling froth of five nations; its architecture tent, jacal , and 'dobe; its distractions the hurdy-gurdy and the informal contribution to the sudden stranger's store of experience.
That was enough. Hands went up without any argument, most of them quivering as from an Arkansas chill. Presently Cranston herded the passengers in from the forward coaches. With them were most of the train crew. The front door of the car was locked so that they could not easily get out. "We're cutting off the express car and going forward to 'Dobe Wells with it.
At the United States end of an international river bridge, four armed rangers sweltered in a little 'dobe hut, keeping a fairly faithful espionage upon the lagging trail of passengers from the Mexican side. Bud Dawson, proprietor of the Top Notch Saloon, had, on the evening previous, violently ejected from his premises one Leandro Garcia, for alleged violation of the Top Notch code of behaviour.
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