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Sanderson protested eagerly, but in the end was overborne. They turned their backs upon each other, one headed for the Mimbres and the other for the trail that ran down to the Malpais country. When Jim Yeager separated from Phil after their discovery of Keller's hat and the deductions they drew from it, the former turned his pony toward the Frying Pan.
Buck Weaver, fighting the government reserve policy with all his might, resented fiercely the attitude of Sanderson. A sharp, bitter quarrel had resulted, and had left a smoldering bad feeling that flamed at times into open warfare. Upon the wholesome Malpais country had fallen the bitterness of a sheep and cattle feud. The riders of the Twin Star outfit had thrice raided the Sanderson flocks.
A man playing the wheel dropped a friendly nod at Jim. He waited till the wheel had stopped and saw the man behind it rake in his chips before he spoke. Then, as he scattered more chips here and there over the board, he welcomed Yeager with a whoop. "Hi there, Malpais! What's doing in the hills these yere pleasant days?" "A little o' nothin', Sam.
For at this store the Malpais country bought its ammunition, its tobacco, and its canned goods; and on this porch its opinions had sifted down to convictions. From this common meeting ground the gossip of Cattleland was scattered far and wide. Weaver filled the doorway while he drew on his gauntlets. He was the owner of the Twin Star outfit, the biggest cattle company in that country.
Once more he lay down, glanced cautiously round to see all was quiet, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the saddle. From all over the Malpais country, from the water-sheds where Bear and Elk and Cow creeks head, from the halfway house far out in the desert where the stage changes horses, men and women dribbled to the Frying Pan for the big dance after the round-up.
The wounded man tossed his answer off so flippantly that Yeager scowled at him. "Mr. Keller, you're a newcomer here. I wonder if you know what the Malpais country would be liable to do to a man caught rustling now." "I can guess." "Let me tell what I know and your life wouldn't be worth a plugged quarter." "Why didn't you tell?" Yeager brought his big fist down heavily on the table.
That is to say, the stage had passed to the far side of its orbit, and would not return until to-morrow. From San Bonito it swung in a day-long journey across the desert to Malpais, thence by a different route to San Bonito again, so that Helen May never saw it returning whence it had come. A cloud of desert dust always heralded its approach from the east.
"I think things ain't right when a Malpais girl helps a hawss thief and a rustler to escape twice." "Take care, Brill," advised Phyllis. "Not right how?" asked Yeager quietly, but in an ominous tone. "Don't you two go to twisting my meaning. All Malpais knows that no better girl than Phyl Sanderson ever breathed." The young woman's lip curled.
Notify Buck Weaver, so he can head them off if they try to cross the Malpais. And get a move on you. Hustle the boys right along." And with that he put spurs to his horse and galloped off. Unerringly rode Healy through the tangled hills toward a saddle in the peaks that flared vivid with crimson and mauve and topaz.
The noteworthy region where these peculiar features are found represents an area of many thousand square miles, and must resemble a veritable Malpais, covered probably with an incalculable number of craters, vents, cones, and pits, filled with volcanic debris. It is among details of this character that the true analogues of some terrestrial volcanoes must be looked for.
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