San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-04-10
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John Harmon, wealthy ranch own
err; his blind wife, Belle. and theii
beautiful daughter. Val, live happily
together in lannon's wonderful ranci
home. Paradise. Harmon, the great
est power in the mesas country, loved
by his family and hated by his neigh
bors. is the richest land owner n thai
section. The pride of lannon's heart
his wondrous Red Brood of horses, j!
the envy of all cattlemen.
Redstar. the king. is beyond com
parison. He is an alien horse, brought
to Paradise by the master after 9
mysterious journey into distant lands
In Hunnewell's store in Santa Lean
dra, nearest town to Paradise ranch
a game has been running since the
night before. Brakeman, man of mys
terry, is winning from all.
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Today, as the men steadily lost to
Brakeman, a shadow darkened the door
gracefully against the Intel and
smiled, her little head tilted sidewisC
like a birds, her black eyes rowing
bright glance. She was clad in gay
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a sash of striped silk that hung tc
her knee at the left, after it had most
saucily bound her slender waist in Q
wide, tight girdle.
| At the sound of her light foot al
the sill the players looked up-Bride
man with leer and a laugh and Q
pointed compliment, the cowboys witt
| that lively interest which all their ill
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with a black scowl, for she was his
daughter.
'Lolo.". he said sharply, "go hom'
-pronto."
But she had only leaned more com
fortably against the doorpost anC
smiled at the men.
! "Lolo likes company" said Bride
man. boisterously, land why shouldn't
she, shut in this forsaken town? Tel
me that. Come watch us play. little
one" he added, turning his great face
toward the door.
But Sanchez was on his feet, his
dark face flaming. He lifted an i'm
perious finger and pointed north, ant
the girl, with a last sidewise glance
and a pout, slipped gracefully off tn,
step and disappeared.
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his cards and called for a draw cool
| eyes.
And now, as if he lost command Of
his usually sane judgment, he lost
the last of his gold and rose with @
bow, his cards thrown on the table.
| Your pleasure, gentlemen" he
said. Drink with me, if Hunnewel
will trust me-"
Hunnewell behind his worn old bar
trusted any one. Moreover he knew
| that Sanchez was only temporarily
broke. So the players left the table
| with much noise of scraping chairs
and jingling spurs and lined up for
| the fiery refreshment which would
have floored a stranger.
And Lolo, swinging down the little
street beneath the elms and cotton
woods, her slim brown hands on her
| offended dignity, stopped short to
stare with wide eyes to where the
open road led in from the sage brush
plain.
a great dast was on the level, fos
many horses ran there. fleet horses
she knew, for they poked their DARK
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the wind. blowing with a keen fresh
ness, was behind them.
| Lolo turned back to watch the on
coming cloud of dust with its poten
tiaIities. IT came with an increasing
sound of thunder, with the rattle anC
creak of chain and saddle. and pres
emily a band of men rode into the enc
of the sleepy street and pounded
down its length toward Hunnewelfs
They were lean brown chaps to ,
man, they rode like centaurs, anC
every man-jack Of them carried tive
guns swinging at his hips. Thei
garments were good and showed ;
certain vanity of adornment. such Al
an ostentation of spotted belts ant
riding cuffs. But the thing abou
them that took the eye of every be
holder in that land was their horses
Grand horses they were, wild
ramping. mettlesome creatures all big
all hard as nails from long and siren
uous use. and the one that race
ahead was more beautiful than all o
them.
And if the horse shone up in sharl
contrast among those behind him, no
less did his rider also.
This was young man, not owe
seven and 20, tall, lean as a hound