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It was my duty to accompany him, but he ordered me to proceed in advance of him with these commands: `In the little village of Huerfano you will find a man, by name Cuchillo; you shall say to him that the proposal he makes to me deserves serious attention; and that since the place he has designated as a rendezvous is on the way to Tubac, I will see him on my journey. This instruction was given by Don Estevan an hour or so before his departure, but although I have ridden a little faster to execute his orders, he cannot be far behind me."
There was an idiosyncrasy in its features especially in that lone mound rising conspicuously in its midst which at once proclaimed it the valley of the Huerfano. There stood the "Orphan Butte." There was no mistaking its identity.
"You're right, worse luck. I was out on the range when it happened. I'll say this for Hal Rutherford. He was full of bad whiskey when your father was murdered. . . . But that ended it for me. I broke with the Huerfano gang outfit and I've run straight iver since." "Why have you come to me? What do you want?" asked the young lawyer, his throat dry. "I need your help." "What for?
Occasionally from a hilltop he could see the peaks rising gaunt in front of him. Between him and them were many miles of tangled mesquite, wooded cañons, and hills innumerable. Somewhere among the recesses of these land waves Huerfano Park was hidden. It was three o'clock by Royal's watch when he had worked to the top of a bluff which looked down upon a wooded valley.
"Your horse! your horse! Hasten, or we shall be too late. The Red-Hand in the valley of the Huerfano! Wa-ka-ra will rejoice at the news. Your horse! your horse!" I hastened back for my Arab, and hurriedly led him up to the spot. "A beautiful creature!" exclaimed she, on seeing the horse; "no wonder you were able to ride off from your captors. Mount!" "And you?" "I shall go afoot.
"Yes, if that's what you want to call it," came quickly his bitter answer. "The man who has been my best friend is lying up there a prisoner because he knows too much about the criminals of Huerfano Park. I heard Meldrum threaten to kill him unless he promised what was wanted of him. Why shouldn't I do my best to help the man who " Her voice, sharpened by apprehension, cut into his. "What man?
"Boys, to-day kinder makes an epoch in Huerfano Park. Jess Tighe died yesterday and Dan Meldrum to-day. They were both bad citizens. There were others of us that were bad citizens, too. Well, it's right-about face for us. We travel broad trails from now on. Right now the park starts in to make a new record for itself."
"From the east from the Arapahoes." "Ugh!" exclaimed the chief, with a start, his countenance suddenly becoming clouded with an angry expression. "Arapahoes! Where has the pale-face encountered the Arapahoes?" "On the Huerfano." "Good; the white huntress brings news that will gladden the hearts of the Utah warriors! Arapahoes on the Huerfano! who has seen them there?"
"Oh! huérfano, waif," Van Dorn murmured, while his blush returned, "take heed thou ever sayest 'No' with courage like that, when cowardice or weak acquiescence would extort thy 'Yes. This moment, if thou hadst consented, thy heart would be on my knife, young Levin!"
The Huerfano Park ranchman shook his head. "No, we want that gold, Dave. You butted into our game and we won't stand for that." "I reckon we can't make a deal, Hal." The haggard eyes of the starving man were hard as tungsten-washed steel. They did not yield a jot. A troubled frown dragged together the shaggy eyebrows of Rutherford as he snapped out his ultimatum. "I like you, Dave. Always have.
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