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| could not be descended slowly. He
kept lodging rocks which his horses
loosed behind him. And in a short
time he reached and rode down the
green retreat, wondering what would
be his reception.
The valley was much larger than it
had appeared from the high elevation.
Well watered, green with grass and
tree, and farmed evidently by good
hands, 1t gave Duane a considerable
surprise. Horses and cattle were ev-
erywhere. Every clump of cotton
woods surrounded small adobe house.
Duane saw Mexicans working in the
fields and horsemen going to and fro.
Presently he passed a house bigger
than the others, with a porch attached.
A woman, young and pretty, he
thought, watched him from door. No
one else appeared to notice him.
Presently the trail widened into a
road, and that into a kind of square
lined by a number of adobe and log
buildings of rudest structure. Within
sight were horses, dogs, couple Of
steers, Mexican women with children,
and white men, all of whom appeared
to be doing nothing. His advent Gre
ated no interest until he rode up to
the white men, who were lolling in the
shade Of house. This place evil
IDENTIFY was store and saloon, and
from the inside came a lazy hum of
voices.
AS Duane refined to halt one of the
loungers in the shade rose with a loud
exclamation:
'Bust me If tibet amt Luke's boss !"
The others accorded their interest,
If not assent, by rising to advance
toward Duane.
"HOw about it, Euchre? Amt tibet
Luke's bay?" queried the first man.
"Plain as your nose," replied the fell
low called Euchre.
'There amt no doubt about tibet,
then" laughed another, 'fer Bosomer's
nose is shore plain on the landscape"
These men lined up before Duane,
and as he coolly regarded them he
thought they could have been recog-
niZed anywhere as desperadoes. The
man called Bosomer, who had stepped
forward, had forbidding face, which
showed yellow eyes, an enormous nose,
and skin the color of dust, with
thatch of sandy hair.
stranger, who are you an where
in the hi did you git tibet bay hoss?"
he demanded. His yellow eyes took in
Stevens horse, then the weapons hung
on the saddle, and finally turned their
glinting, hard light upward to Duane.
Duane did not like the tone in which
he had been addressed, and he re-
manned silent. Something leaped in
side of him and made his breast feel
tight. He recognized it as that strange
emotion which had shot through him
often of late, and which had decided
him to go out to the meeting with
Balm. Only now it was different, and
more powerful.
stranger, who are your" asked an
other man, somewhat more civiIly.
''My names Duane" replied Duane,
CURLY.
'An' how'd you come by the hoss?"
Duane answered briefly, and his |
words were followed by short silence, |
during which the men looked at him.
Bosomer began to twist the ends of |
MS beard.
Reckon he's dead, ali right, or no
oody'd hev his boss an guns" pres
emily said Euchre.
"Mister Duane" began Bosomer, in
ow, singing tones, Il happen to be
luke Stevens side pardner."
Duane looked him over, from dusty,
yoin-out boots to his slouchy SOM
,rero. That look seemed to inflame
3oso.ner
"An' want the boss an them guns"
lie shouted.
"You or anybody else can have them,
or all care. I just fetched them in.
But the pack is mine," replied
Duane. "And, say, befriended your
ard. If you can't use civil tongue
ou'd better cinch it."
"Civil? Haw, hawI" rejoined the
utlaw. 81 amt takin' your word
avvy tibet? An was Luke's pard!"
With that Bosomer wheeled, and,
ushing his companions aside, he
tamped into the saloon, where his
dice broke out in roar.
Duane dismounted and threw his
ride. IL
stranger, Bosomer is shore hot |
eaded," said the man Euchre. He |
i'd not appear unfriendly, nor were 7
lie others hostile. la
At this juncture several more out I
WIS crowded out of the door, and the /
he in the lead was a tall man of |
alwart physique. His manner pro- v
aimed him a leader. He had long r
ice, flaming red beard, and clear, o
I'D blue eyes that fixed in close scru- "
ny upon Duane. lie was not a Tex t
/; in truth, Duane, did not recognize Ii
lie of these outlaws as native to his
ate. Ii
I'm Bland" said the tall man, au- G
oritatively. "Who're you, and what're e,
II doing here?" Il
Duane looked Mt Bland as he had e
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