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José Vaca had spoken, but Waring was watching Ramon's eyes. "All right, hombre. Muchas gracias." "And now you will let me go?" queried Vaca. "I haven't said so." Waring's tone was pleasant, almost indifferent. Ramon's face was troubled. Of what use was it to try and deceive the gringo? But Waring was smiling. Did he, then, believe such an obvious lie? "Bueno!" Waring exclaimed. "That lets you out.
"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.
If he's back of this, we've got a clever man to fight." "There's another hombre I'd like awful well to get my hands on to," declared Santry belligerently. "Damned oily, greedy land shark! All right, all right! Needn't say nothin', Don. You're the brains of this here outfit, an' 'thout you say the word, I'll behave. But when the time comes and you want a fightin' man, just let me at him!
When all was over, he dressed; then played high at piquet or hombre; or rode out, if it was absolutely necessary. All was now over for the day. He supped copiously with his familiars: was a great eater, of wonderful gluttony; a connoisseur in no dish, liked fish much, but the stale and stinking better than the good.
Ignoring her inquiry, he went to his mare and ran his shaking hands over her as if in search of an injury; his questing palms covered every inch of glistening hide from forelock to withers, from shoulder to hoof, and under cover of this task he regained in some degree his self-control. "That hombre of yours didn't look right to me," he said, finally.
He nodded as he lay gazing at the lean figure illumined by the dancing light of the open stove. "Si. You good hombre, si," he gasped. Sundown frowned. "Now, don't you take any idea like that along to glory with you. Sinker what you shot was me friend. I ought to kill you like a snake. But God A'mighty took the job off me hands. I reckon that makes me square with with Sinker and Him."
Within each moon you eat of the life-giving chili. It was I that kept the wrong time for you. You should have eaten yesterday instead of to-morrow. It is too late. Off with you, hombre! You are too old for me!" "This," decided Tansey, releasing his hold of the gray-beard, "is a private family matter concerning age, and no business of mine."
He had become wild years before, and was now nothing more or less than a gambler, suspected of being a cheat and a "short-card operator." "He was a tinhorn, all right," said Wise, "and fer the life of me I don't know how a woman like Ma Thomas could have such a worthless rake fer a son. He was a queer-lookin' hombre one brown eye and one black eye." "Ma loves him, though.
It has bookkeepers, salesmen, feeders from 'aggy' schools. You won't like that; it's not up to the standards of your dream. Of course you will like old Jim Lough of the B-line Ranch. He's ninety and used to be a tough hombre of the old school. But now he's out of the picture, his son Larry runs the ranch, and he is soon to give way to a young college girl who is up on foreign markets and the like.
A clerk appeared, received orders, and disappeared. Johnnie, now on the subject of his hero, continued to harp on his points. "You're damn whistlin' Clay ain't like me. He's the best hawss-buster in Arizona. The bronco never was built that can pile him, nor the man that can lick him. Clay's no bad hombre, you understand, but there can't nobody run it over him. That's whatever.
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