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Memory helps me to this knowledge; and furthermore, that I should be, if I have not been carried elsewhere, in the valley of the Huerfano by the Orphan Butte. Ha! why should I not be upon the butte on its summit? I remember going down to the plain; and there being struck senseless to the earth. For all that, I may have been brought up again. The savages may have borne me back to satisfy some whim?
In the elections of November, 1914, in Huerfano County, Colorado, J. B. Farr, Republican candidate for re-election as sheriff, a person known throughout the coal-country as "the King of Huerfano County," was returned as elected by a majority of 329 votes. His rival, the Democratic candidate, contested the election, alleging "malconduct, fraud and corruption."
As soon as our dialogue was ended, I had the satisfaction to hear him declare his intention of proceeding at once to the valley of the Huerfano! To me it was joyful news: my comrades might yet be rescued from the hands of the Arapahoes? "Ma-ra-nee!" said he, again addressing himself to the huntress, "conduct the stranger to your tent! Give him food.
"Mein friend listen. You are a stranger in Huerfano Park. Gut. But do not ask questions about those who lif here. Me, I am an honest man. I keep the law. Also I mind my own pusiness. So it iss with many. But there are others mind, I gif them no names, but " He shrugged his shoulders and threw out his hands, palm up. "Well, the less said the petter.
He'd ought to send her away from that hell-hole and give her a chance." "What will they do to her when she gets back?" Dave chuckled. "They can't do a thing. That's the beauty of it. There'll be a lot of tall cussing in Huerfano for a while, but after Hal has onloaded what's on his chest he'll stand between her and the rest." "Sure of that?" "It's a cinch." The cattleman laughed softly.
I continued up the lateral ravine since there was no path leading out from it; and to return to the Huerfano, would have been to ride back into the teeth of danger. I still felt faint. Though less than twenty-four hours since I had eaten, I hungered acutely. Was there nothing I could eat? I looked inquiringly around. It was a scene of sterility and starvation.
On reaching the place of rendezvous, Carlton, while in the Sangre de Christo Pass, by the aid of his guide Kit Carson, discovered a trail made by three of the enemy, and on following it up, it was found to join the main path on the Huerfano Creek.
A second division also keeping above the bluffs was to make to a point nearly opposite the butte; where, by a ravine known to the Indians, a descent could be made into the valley of the Huerfano.
I was hurried on by interpellations from my listener who, before I could finish the narrative of my escape, again interrupted me, exclaiming in an excited manner: "Red-Hand in the valley of the Huerfano! news for Wa-ka-ra!" After a pause she hastily inquired: "How many warriors has the Red-Hand with him?" "Nearly two hundred." "Not more than two hundred?" "No rather less, I should say."
"We find further, that J. B. Farr, the defendant in error, was not and is not the duly elected sheriff of Huerfano county, and that E. L. Neelley, the plaintiff in error, was and is the duly elected sheriff of said county.
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