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Updated: May 13, 2025
Such was the gallantry of these men of the frontier to the girl who was traveling alone. At the last stage station before reaching Saguache, she heard men talking of the imprisoned miners in the Sangre de Christo mountains, but she was unable to learn any of the particulars other than that the relief party was still working.
luck he has succeeded in taking prisoner the notorious Jack Foster of Hermosilla and the Rincons notoriety and is now bringing him to Saguache where he will be locked up pending a disposition of his case. Kelley succeeded in surprising him while he was eating dinner at a Mexican road-house just this side of the border. "Do you make it out?"
We made him a cup of coffee and seated him comfortably before the fire. When he calmed down somewhat, he explained. "The first thing I did the next morning after reaching Saguache, was to eat breakfast, and then I took the samples of ore to Amos' assay office. He was garrulous as usual, and said to come in two hours and he would have the certificate of the assay ready for me.
Buchan wanted his mail also, and he took a small bag of the rock and tramped the twenty-five miles to Saguache. It was a three days' trip wading through the unbroken snow drifts, and it was night when he returned, weary, footsore and angry. I can see him yet, tears trickling down his honest face, as he tried to tell something about Amos.
"Do you mean the hold-up of the Limited at Tin Cup?" "No, I don't." He looked at her sharply. "Mean to say you haven't heard of the hold-up of the W.& S. Express Company at Saguache?" "No. When was it?" "Tuesday night. The man got away with twenty thousand dollars." "And what has my father to do with that?" she demanded haughtily. A satisfied spleen purred in his voice.
Buchan would take samples of the ore every week or ten days and walk a distance of twenty-five miles to Saguache, where old man Amos, expert geologist and assayer, would for two dollars and fifty cents make out a clean printed slip with figures in red ink, showing so many ounces of lead, copper, silver and gold to the ton.
But to a woman of Mary Greenwater's determined character, these things were obstacles only for the time being. Her heart was bad and her love of revenge strong. When Carson left the cabin he followed the winding trail that led to the valley below. The road to Saguache showed the hoofprints of a prospector's outfit, and the marks of a sleigh leading to Del Norte.
By way of the Mexican quarters he reached the suburbs and open country. Two hours later he stole a horse from an irrigated ranch near town. Within twenty-four hours he had reached the Soapy Stone horse ranch and safety. After this the plans for the raid on the Texas, Arizona & Pacific Flyer moved swiftly to a head. Soapy Stone and Sam dropped into Saguache inconspicuously one evening.
"Oh you, Slats Davis!" "Hello, Curly! How are things a-comin'?" "Fine. When did you blow in to Saguache? Ain't you off your run some?" They had ridden the range together and had frolicked around on a dozen boyish larks. Their ways had suited each other and they had been a good deal more than casual bunkies. To put it mildly the meeting was likely to prove embarrassing.
Amos raised his head and gave one prolonged shriek. A shriek of death. When Amos returned to Saguache after his spree with Rayder his first act was to purchase a ranch in the San Luis valley and deed it to his wife. He then went to his assay office and drew down the blinds and sat in the shadows like a cunning old spider in hiding waiting for the unwary fly for which he had wove his web.
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