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Updated: June 12, 2025
The two men stared insolently at the occupants of the car and as it passed Sabota made some remark, evidently vulgar, that caused Dorsey to burst into another round of coarse laughter. Old Heck was moody during the drive home. For nearly two years Dorsey had been crowing because of the defeat of Quicksilver by the black racer from the Vermejo. It was becoming more than idle jesting.
"Well, he won the race," Parker said admiringly, "drunk or sober, you've got to give him credit for that!" Saturday the Ramblin' Kid got Pedro to stay with the horses while he went over to the Elite Amusement Parlor. He had nothing to say to Sabota or any of the loafers in the place. He was looking for Gyp Streetor. Until Sunday afternoon he searched Eagle Butte, trying to find the tout.
As Captain Jack, followed by the bullets from the marshal's revolver, dashed madly down the street of Eagle Butte, instinctively the Ramblin' Kid had turned the stallion toward the hut of the old Navajo. The fugitive cowboy believed Sabota was dead. Naturally the law would demand vengeance, even though the brutal Greek had deserved to die.
For the life of him Skinny could not keep from thinking of the five hundred dollars he had bet with Sabota, on the race, and the number of white shirts and purple ties he might have bought with the money! Over in the track-field Parker, Charley and Pedro saw the start of the race and each swore softly and silently to himself.
As the bills came from the Ramblin' Kid's pocket the silver butterfly clasp of the garter caught in the paper currency and the elastic band was drawn out and dropped, at the side of his chair, on the floor next to Sabota. The Greek and Skinny saw, at the same time, the dainty satin ribbon.
Poole dropped his gun back in its scabbard and walked at the side of the now apparently peaceful young cowboy. At the door the marshal looked around: "Some of you fellers get the doctor or undertaker whichever he needs and take care of Sabota!" he called to the group around the body of the Greek. Like a flash the muzzle of the Ramblin' Kid's gun was pressed against the side of Poole.
Cards, under the laws of Texas, are taboo, but for some reason Sabota managed to get by and games were allowed in his place. The two cowboys the Ramblin' Kid had mentioned, a rancher from the irrigated section near Eagle Butte and "Jeff" Henderson, one of Sabota's henchmen, who was playing for the house, were sitting in at the game.
"A pink ribbon or something with a little silver do-funny on it it looked like a sleeve-holder or a garter dropped out of th' Ramblin' Kid's pocket and Sabota made a nasty remark about it," Skinny said. Carolyn June caught her breath and her face flushed. "The Greek said something about Carolyn June, I didn't just hear what," Skinny continued, "and then he smashed the ribbon under his foot.
Listen: To-morrow and Friday you take that 'sandwich and coffee' run at the stables " referring to the concession to peddle lunch stuff among the horsemen who seldom left their charges, a concession which Sabota, with other privileges, had purchased the right to operate. "Th' Ramblin' Kid eats off the trays it will be your business to see that he ain't feeling well when the sweepstakes is called!
Before Skinny and Old Heck left the pool-room the former managed to get a bet of five hundred dollars with Sabota. The next afternoon the Ramblin' Kid rode into Eagle Butte on Captain Jack. By his side he led the Gold Dust maverick. The noise and confusion in the streets filled the mare with nervousness and she crowded closely against the little roan stallion.
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