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That the Kid worked for a time for John Chisum, on his ranch near Roswell, is well known, as is the fact that he cherished a grudge against Chisum for years, and was more than once upon the point of killing him for a real or fancied grievance. He left Chisum and took service with J. H. Tunstall on his Feliz ranch late in the winter of 1877, animated by what reason we may not know.
"Adios, Maria, seas feliz mi querida, feliz feliz Maria adios adios Maria Mar".
Sometimes and more often as the weeks went by he played and sang at the home of Reyes Feliz, a packer in his father's employ; and Rosita, the packer's daughter, liked his music well enough to encourage his visits. Class counted then, as it does to this day in Mexico, and parents liked to have a hand in marriages.
DON PEDRO. Vamos, era imposible hacerla mejor ... y ya verás lo que se alegra tu tía Sinforosa, y las primas Velasco, y tu padrino el señor Deán, y.... DON EDUARDO. ¡Ah! ¡Sr. D. Pedro, tanta bondad! Cómo podré yo pagar nunca.... DON PEDRO. Haciéndola feliz, Sr. D. Eduardo. DON EDUARDO. ¡Lo será! ¿Cómo quiere usted que no lo sea?
Having received a letter from José Feliz de Azevedo e Sa, the President of Cear
His military career had consisted of the single adventure when, together with other students of the Officers' School, he was involved in the treacherous revolt of Feliz Diaz and Huerta against President Madero. Whenever the slightest insubordination arose, he invariably recalled his feat at the Ciudadela.
I turned the car north, not with the idea of further observation, but because standing still in the face of that towering palisade seemed somehow to invite immediate destruction. I drove slowly and thoughtfully and then at Melrose the grass came in sight again, creeping down from Los Feliz. I turned back toward the Civic Center.
But Reyes Feliz was away from home a great deal with his train of mules, the landholder was busy at his own affairs; the girl was a beauty and the landholder's son had a winsome way with him. So one night Rosita took the horse which he brought for her and rode off with him to California.
"All ready, Feliz?" The man nodded. "Tell Castro, then. It's time to be in the saddle." With no other word to Florrie he went out. But his last look was for her, the look of a victor. Roderick Norton, every fibre of his body alive and eager, his blood riotous with the certain knowledge that the long-delayed hour had come, rode a foam-flecked horse into San Juan shortly after moonrise.
Others of the party were William M. Johnson, Ham Mills, Johnnie Hurley, Frank Baker, several ranchers still living in that country, and two or three Mexicans. All these rode across the mountains to the Ruidoso valley on their way to the Rio Feliz. They met, coming from the Tunstall ranch, Tunstall himself in company with his foreman, Dick Brewer, John Middleton and Billy the Kid.
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