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We had not ridden far from our halting-place, when we arrived at the end of the great cotton-wood forest. Beyond that, the trace led over open ground here and there dotted by groves and "islands" of timber. Through these we threaded our way keeping as much as possible among the trees. Further on, we came upon a gorge one of the noted canons through which the Huerfano runs.
As we expected, the trace turned up the valley of this latter stream thus deciding the route taken by the caravan. We rode on through a forest of grand cotton-woods and willows; and at about seven miles distant from the mouth of the Huerfano river, reached a point, where the caravan had crossed over to its left bank.
So he straddled a horse and called on Dan, who shook the dust of Huerfano Park from his bronco's hoofs poco tiempo." "Where has he gone?" asked Roy. "Nobody knows, and he won't tell. But, knowing Meldrum as we do, Rutherford and I have come to a coincidentical opinion, as you might say. He's a bad actor, that bird.
The question was put in a hurried manner, and in a tone that betrayed excitement. "On the Huerfano," I replied "by the Orphan butte. It was the band of a chief known as the Red-Hand." "Ha! The Red-Hand on the Huerfano! Stranger! are you sure of this?" The earnest voice in which the interrogatory was again put somewhat surprised me.
I'm one and you're the other. O' course, he'll start the boys out after us to square himself with Tighe and Meldrum. He's got to do that. They're sure going to be busy bees down in the Huerfano hive. The Rutherford boys are going to do a lot of night-riding for quite some time. But I expect Hal won't give them orders to bring us in dead or alive. There is no premium on our pelts."
It cleft a passage through the range to another gorge, at the foot of which lay a mountain park dotted with ranch buildings. On every side the valley was hemmed in by giant peaks. "Huerfano Park?" he asked. "Yes." "You live here?" "Yes." She pointed to a group of buildings to the left. "That is my father's place. They call it the 'Horse Ranch." He turned startled eyes upon her. "Then you are ?"
"That's what I'd call it, too, if I was Brad," assented the cattleman with a grin. "But if we could persuade Roy to put over about one more accident like that, I reckon Huerfano Park would let him alone." "While Jess Tighe is living?" Dingwell fell grave. "I'd forgotten Tighe. No, I expect the kid had better keep his weather eye peeled as long as that castor-oil smile of Jess is working."
The way to Huerfano Park, even from here, was difficult to find, but Roy had a map drawn from memory by Pat. "I'll not guarantee it," the little rider had cautioned. "It's been many a year since I was in to the park and maybe my memory is playing tricks. But it's the best I can do for you." Beaudry spent the first half of the day in a pine grove far up in the hills.
Perhaps had we continued them, we might have escaped a misfortune that soon after befell us; and the tale of which is now to be told. Having passed Bent's Fort of wide celebrity in trapper lore whilom the scene of many a wild revel of the "mountain-men," but now abandoned and in ruins we arrived at the confluence of the Huerfano.
You can travel yore trail and we can go ours, can't we?" "Not when we're on the same range, Dan. What I say goes." The eyes of Rutherford bored into the cruel little shifty ones of the bad man. "Take yore choice, Dan. It's quit yore deviltry or leave this part of the country." "Who elected you czar of Huerfano Park?" demanded Meldrum, furious with anger.
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