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After we get those b-birds outa the blackberry bushes, time enough then for you to h-hit the back trail." "No, I promised." There was in Bob's face a look Blister had never seen there before, something hard and dogged and implacable. "My notion is for half a dozen of us to go on horses swing round by the far edge of the mesa. We can drop down into the valley an' pick Houck up if we're lucky."
"Powder River bucked after he was roped an' tried to break away. The other horse, like any good cowpony does, leaned back on the rope an' dug a toe-hold." "Where's Houck going?" "Brown's Park likely, from the way they're headed." "What'll we do?" "Why, drap in on them to-night kinda casual an' say 'Much obliged for roundin' up our stray bronc for us." This programme did not appeal to Bob.
"What'll we do?" "I found a kinda buffalo wallow in the willows. We'll move in on a lease an' sit tight till Harshaw an' the boys show up." They carried and dragged Houck through the thicket to the saucer-shaped opening Hollister had discovered. The edges of this rose somewhat above the surrounding ground.
While he could not understand English, he knew by the tone of the conversation that these men were not the enemies of his weazened master. "Seen anything of a kind of dark-complected young fella wearin' a black Stetson and ridin' a blue roan?" queried Houck. "Where was he from?" countered The Spider. "The Concho, and ridin' a hoss with the Concho brand." "Wanted bad?" "Yes a whole lot.
They were leading a horse with a rope around its neck. Houck recognized the animal with a thrill of superstitious terror. It was the one about the possession of which he had shot Black Arrow. The old chief spoke again. "Man-with-loud-tongue claim this horse. Utes give it him. Horse his. Man-with-loud-tongue satisfied then maybe." "What are you aimin' to do, you red devils?" Houck shouted.
How are you goin' to' know I'll talk straight or lie to you? You ain't throwed any big scare into me yet" and Andy stooped and caught up his hat and thrust his finger through the hole in the crown "because I ain't done nothin' to be scared about. I ain't shot nobody and I ain't seen nobody get shot. Cotton could 'a' told you that." "That's right," asserted Houck reluctantly.
From his adversaries, New Mexicans, he won several thousand head of sheep and several thousand dollars. Then he left the life of the road and settled down. In the same connection, James D. Houck, in 1874, contracted to carry mail across the Little Colorado Valley, between Fort Wingate and Prescott. Another mail route was from Wingate to St. Johns and Apache.
Since the beginning of the world masterful men have drawn to them the eyes and thoughts of women. June was no exception. Among the hours when she hated Houck were increasing moments during which a naïve wonder and admiration filled her mind. She was primitive, elemental. A little tingle of delight thrilled her to know that this strong man wanted her and would fight to win what his heart craved.
When Bob came to earth he found himself clumping down the river road miles from town. He turned and walked back to Bear Cat. His cowpony was at the corral and he was due at the ranch by night. Young Dillon's thoughts had been so full of June and his relation to her that it was with a shock of surprise he saw Jake Houck swing out from the hotel porch and bar the way.
Without haste he returned and squatted in the shack. He was patiently working on a silver piece when some one called out peremptorily. The old Indian's face was expressionless as he nodded to the posse of cowboys. "Seen anything of a young fella ridin' a blue roan and sportin' a black hat?" asked Houck. The Indian shook his head. "He's lyin'," asserted a cowboy.
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