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They were small-boned animals, not fit for market until they were four-year-olds. On their gaunt frames was little meat, but they were fairly strong and very voracious. If not driven too hard these horned jackrabbits, as some wag had dubbed them, would take on flesh rapidly. Harshaw chose five punchers to go with him Dud, Big Bill, Tom Reeves, Hawks, and Bob.
I wondered if Kitty was not offering up a prayer of thanksgiving for the life she had been delivered from. Harshaw jumped down, and, stooping under the wire fence, ran across the alfalfa stubble to the house as fast as he could for the welcome of a beautiful young setter dog Maisie he called her that came wildly out to meet him.
Some of the mining properties, now nearly all temporarily closed down, are world-famous I quote for example the Three R., the World's Fair, the Flux, the Santa Cruz, the Hardshell, the Harshaw, the Hermosa, the Montezuma, the Mansfield and the Mowry. This last, nine miles from Patagonia, was a producer long before the Civil War.
"Jake Houck," Bob whispered to Dud. "Who's boss of this outfit?" the big man demanded of Blister after he had swung from the saddle. "Harshaw. You'll find him over there with the cavvy." Houck straddled across to the remuda. "Lookin' for men to fight the Utes?" he asked brusquely of the owner of the Slash Lazy D brand. "Yes, sir."
Far as I know, I never told you to stand on the D. & R. G. tracks an' try to stop the express with yore head." "I'll have to be going now," Bob said. He turned to Harshaw. "Where's that bronc I get to carry me back?" "Up there in the piñons. Dud, you see he gets a good one. I'm wishin' you luck, son. An' I'll say one thing right out in meetin'. You're a better man than Lou Harshaw."
Harshaw thought she would be tired, wearing her hand continually in the air, and suggested various mechanical substitutes, a string attached to the hat-trimming, a scarf tied over her head; but a snubbing was all the reward he got for his sympathy. "When this hand is tired I take the other one," she said airily. We lunched at Ten Mile, by the railroad track. Do you remember that desolate place?
Had it occurred to him, I put it to Cecil Harshaw, to ask himself what the saving of his precious cousin might have cost the girl who was to have been offered up to that end? "You leave out one small feature of the case," said Harshaw, with a sick and burning look that made me drop my eyes, old woman as I am.
He had urged it on Dud during many a ride and at more than one night camp, had pointed to the examples of Larson, Harshaw, and the other old-timers. Hollister was a happy-go-lucky youth. The old hard-riding cattle days suited him better. But he, too, had been forced at last to see the logic of the situation.
For an instant he caught a glimpse of blue sunlit sky before he plunged down again into the black waters and was engulfed by them.... He opened his eyes. Dud's voice came from a long way. "Comin' to all right. Didn't I tell you this bird couldn't drown?" The mists cleared. Bob saw Dud's cheerful smile, and back of it the faces of Harshaw, Hawks, and Big Bill. "You got me out," he murmured.
This had culminated in the killing of the Ute. What the facts were about this Harshaw did not know. The man might be enlisting to satisfy a grudge or to make himself safe against counter-attack by helping to drive the Indians back to the reservation. The point that stood out was that Houck was a first-class fighting man. That was enough. "We mean business, Houck. Glad to have you join us.
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