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Updated: June 1, 2025
"If I were Philip Ortez, loving you and loved in return, I would feel like killing the blind man, whose presence hampered." She stared at him, wondering if he were in earnest. "Then it's fortunate that you haven't the opportunity to feel that way." "Obviously." He laughed, sullenly. "I sha'n't, because you couldn't love a blind man."
He sat there upon the edge of the well, whence came the groans of the dying, the hot, fresh odors of the dead, and waited, fiendish in the patient ferocity of his more than mortal hate. After a little I opened my eyes and stared about me, scarcely comprehending where I was or what had happened. Ortez called upon his men to raise me.
When I recovered, I found myself bound upon a horse behind one of the men. "On with him, men, to Cartillon; there we rest this night in the King's name." In this wise we rode along; Ortez openly exultant, I silent and scornful. "Aha, my fine brother," he spoke low at my saddle, "thy father's son has thee in his power now.
All the defiance of my race burned fearless in my eyes; I felt my face flush an instant at the shame of such a death, but replied as steadily as might be: "Not a word to you, thou infamous one, thou base-born coward, murderer of the helpless; not to you!" The cool, polite manner of Ortez fell from him like a mask.
Meanwhile the Mexican lieutenant wisely disappeared down the western edge of the coulee and rode wide until he deemed it safe to change his course and follow in the dusty wake of his noble leader's "strategic retreat." Only one of the Ortez riders escaped the sudden and furious visitation of the northern cattlemen, and he escaped because his horse, mortally wounded, had fallen upon him.
Even Roush, who in the past three years had never given young Clanton an opportunity to meet him face to face, stole furtively into the tendejons of the Mexican quarter and spent money freely in treating. Among the natives Go-Get-'Em Jim was in ill-repute for shooting a bad man named Juan Ortez who had attempted to terrorize the town while on a spree.
It is impossible to get out until spring. Long ere this snow will have barred the way through the one pass that leads out and we are prisoners the three of us. You will have to accept the hospitality of Philip Ortez until the spring." Lawrence had accepted the verdict with calm indifference. "Oh, well," he said, "it's hard on you, but as far as I'm concerned, one place is as good as another."
Ortez sailed to the coast of Papua, which he explored; and, as he knew not that Saavedra had been there formerly, he challenged the credit and honour of the discovery. Finding the natives of a black colour, with frizzled hair, he named the country on that account New Guinea.
Ortez slapped me in the face with his gauntlet, then laying his hand upon my shoulder said with assumed gentleness: "Calm yourself, my dear brother; think of your unbandaged wounds; they may bleed afresh."
But suddenly, and most absurdly alien to his present mood, came the vivid recollection of Pete's face when he had smelled those unforgettable eggs in the box-stall of the Ortez stables.
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