The Raymer enterprise., 1917-06-07
CHAPTER vI-contlnued.

CHAPTER VI-contlnued.
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Law ventured to remark that none
Of Blaze's enemies had grown fat in
prosecuting their feuds, but this was
a subject which the elder man inva-
riably found embarrassing. and now
he said:
"Pshawl / never was the blood
letter people think. I'm as gentle as
a Sheep" Then to escape further Gu
riosity on that point, he suggested that
they round out their riotous evening
with game of pool.
. .
The next morning at breakfast Pa.
Iona announced, "Father, you must
help Dave hunt down these cattle
thieves"
"Aln't that sort Of a big order7'
Blaze queried.
perhaps. but you're the very man
to do 1t. Ricardo Guzman Is the only
person who knows the Lewis gang as
well as you do"
Jones shook his head doubtfully.
don Ricardo has been working up his
own private feud with that outfit. II ]
was the kind that went looking for a
fight, l wouldn't have paid freight on
myself from the Panhandle down here.
could have got one right at home,
any morning before breakfast"
"Ricardo Guzman Is something Of a
black sheep himself" Law spoke up.
"Pshaw! He's all right. reckon
he has changed a few brands In his
time, but so has everybody else. Why,
that's how old Ed Austin got his
start. II cowman tells you he never
stole anything. he's either a good liar
or bad roper. But Ricardo's going
straight enough now."
.'Ile has lost his share of Stock" Pa
Iona explained, "and he'll work with
you if father asks hin. You 60 along
with Dave"
'Im too busy" Blaze demurred,
''and l ain't feeling good. l had bad
lreums all night"
II don't want you around me here
this morning. That new dressmaker
is coming"
Jones rose abruptly from the table.
II reckon my business can wait.
Hustle up, Dave" A few moments
later, as they were saddling their
horses, he lamented: "What did tell
you? Here / go, on the dodge from q
dressmaker. l s'pose I've got to live
like road-agent now, till something
happens"
Don Ricardo Guzman was an Ameri.
.un. but he spoke no English. An ac-
cident Of birth had made him a citizen
IF the United States-hls father hay.
Ing owned a ranch which lay north
instead of south of the Rio Grande.
lnasmuch as the property had fallen
to Ricardo, his sons, too, were Yam
KEGS In the eyes Of the law. But In
all other respects Don Ricardo and
his family differed not at all, from the
many Guzmans who lived across the
border. The Guzman ranch comprised
a goodly number of acres, and, since
live stock multiply rapidly, Its owner
had In some sort prospered. On the
bank Of q resaca-a former bed of the
Rio Grande-stood the house, an adobe
structure, square, white and unprotect.
ed from the sun by shrub or tree. Be.
hind 1t were some brush corrals and
q few scattered mud jacals, in which
lived the help.
Rio2yl0 had Just risen from q siesta
when his two visitors rode up, and he
made them welcome with the best he
had. In the cool Of the afternoon Ri.
cardo rode with his visitors, and then,
cordial relations being now estab-
Iished. he began to divulge information
Of value to Law.
Yes, he had endured many depreda-
lions from thieves. 1t was shameful,
but doubtless God willed that a certain
amount Of stealing should 60 on In
the world. The evildoers were Ger.
taInly favored by nature. In this local
lty, for the great expanse Of brush
country to the north and east offered
almost perfect security, and the river,
to the south, gave immunity from pur.
suit or prosecution. The beeyes were
driven north into the wilderness. but
the horses went to Mexico. where the
war had created a market for them.
The federals had plenty Of money to
buy mounts.
Whom did Don Ricardo suspecti
The old man was noncommittal.
Suspicion was one thing, proof was
quite another; and conviction was difii-
cult uhder The hest Of circumstances.