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Updated: May 7, 2025
Yuh ought to have 'em across the Rio by sunup. Theah won't be any pursuit. Don Floristo isn't in any position to ordah it. I'll see yo'-all at Ma Thomas' dinnah table." "Where are you goin', Kid?" Lathum asked in astonishment. "Harry will help yo' get the cattle home," said The Kid. "I'm ridin' like all get-out to make Mistah Goliday, Esquiah, a social call." "But why " Wise began.
Dazed, he emitted a wild cry. The don was not slow to act. He did not know exactly what had happened, but he saw the major's gun fall and heard his frightened yell. Floristo reached hastily for his jewel-studded revolver. But the Texan had closed in on him. Kid Wolf hit him full in the face and Floristo went sprawling down. He was still jerking at his gun butt as he hit the floor.
"Don Floristo has already given orders that the six hundred head of S Bar steers are to be driven to Mariposa to-night. I am to ride south to his ranch and close the deal. Early mañana the three loyal S Bar men will seize the cattle and drive them home. Yo' and I must help." "Yo're riskin' yore life for strangers, Kid. Floristo is a dyed-in-the-wool villain.
"Dead," he muttered. "Scared to death. Weak heart just as I thought." "Did yuh shoot the big brute?" asked Harry, who had pushed his body through the window and slipped into the room. "His guilty conscience killed him," explained the Texan. "Yo' saved my life, son, by throwin' down on Don Floristo. Yo' got him between the shirt buttons."
They will not turn over the herd, of course, until" he paused significantly "the money is paid." Kid Wolf smiled. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "One does not pay for stolen cattle, Don Floristo," he drawled. The muscles of the don's body stiffened. Kid Wolf's face was a smiling mask. The show-down had come. There was a long pause.
A good chance to get rid of the "hot" herd of six hundred! "Just the size of herd the señor needs to start," Floristo had said. "Six hundred head at ten pesos six thousand pesos. Ees it not cheap, amigo?" "Very cheap," The Kid had told him. "Now if these cattle were delivered at Mariposa " "Easy to say, but no harder to do, señor," was the don's eager reply.
The major's face twisted into an exulting grin as his piglike eyes fell on Kid Wolf. "We meet again," he grated. "You see, Señor Keed Wolf," said Don Floristo, "that we have you. By accident, Señor Wolf, your plans miscarried. Thinking I could sell you a ranch, as you were buying cattle, I sent a rider al instante for my friend, the Major Stover.
At this moment you are covered." "Yes?" mocked The Kid. "Come in, major!" cried Don Floristo. A door at one end of the room, which had been standing half ajar, now opened. Framed in the doorway was the bloated, fat figure of Major Stover. In his hand was a derringer. Its twin black muzzles were leveled at Kiel Wolf's heart.
Don Floristo, however, had also raised his gun. A report shook the adobe walls and sent a puff of blue fumes ceilingward. But Harry Thomas had fired first. Floristo collapsed with a moan, rolled over and stiffened. Kid Wolf sent Major Stover's derringer flying with a contemptuous kick, just as the fear-crazed fat man pulled the trigger. "Good work, Harry," The Kid approved.
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