Henderson daily dispatch., 1943-05-19
CHAPTER FIVE

SQTINTIHn; into the brightness
o; Inc MONDAY sun, Miguel, the
"riH2lcd p"on who tended Parliin-
sons h0rS,S. saw Curlcy's pinto
ana 4 strange Sorrcl coming at n
slow c2NtCr up the desert road. He
swung wide the handsome wrought
IRON gate that opened into the
courtyard. Then he watched Cur
l'r.# quick di%mounting. his turn to
!Iii the gin! from her saddle.
Jean Was pale but protesting
c"l'iir. I'm not that helpless. real
lN. Sh" vas irritatcd ut his high
handed determination 10 bring her
here. And she certainly could have
n!.HnUn'ci by herself!
tl"inr made II sweeping bow in
;rr" t1St!l!ian fashion. 1T is the
,'..r If the Conuuistadorcs. The
""mcn III Mc,;iro. the cxtranicros,
III" "n'% frHEt foreign lands, are
treated 50. my hcrmCsa nina" His
nr'"j.i1" smile tOlt her she was
-'D'.u hui beautiful. Miguel led the
."i!r5 away toHard the corral.
jeans angry GH2c lifted toward
t'' mouse then stopped SMELL
bound. li't eyes widGncd. toasted
-" 'hr n'.uly of Rancho Gasoline.
H' spacious patio was bOrdcrcd by
i'"'."!t' a.. - riot of brilliant color.
: he hl'IuE buIIgainvillca. luXuri-
, am MN!sr'!S. crimson fire trees that
! i'a.'n' o. iHc sun. The dazzling
| "Ni'H,.E Uf the hacienda made n
J i''H"'' hdrkiful' for the SplaShes
"' cotton. CUricy was watching her
! wan consuming amusement.
l",s like ii, scnorita ?" he asked.
iHink It's the iovcliest SPOT I
'."r m'v" Sr"iI." Jean brcathed.
h"Iii like the owncr5 as well
! "a. ihe place"
! ~ the cociiy surencss OF his
lone, J'Ir'# anger rose again. She
'sH@ Nrrd and dishcvclcd: her
"hIic riding habit was crushed. her
mar I""Sril"d. She said coldIy, eff
y""II "rt"r my horse. Ill go now.
nA"' lao wish 10 meet yOur-your
employers to-day"
l;ui Why?' hc cried like Il hurt
BOG.
J Why: because : have to 90
homc,"
II" laughed and shrugged his
broad shoulders. There's always
.manana."
she was walking brisIsly toward
thr gate. "'Thcrcs always mana
M In meet your friends, too" she
rctortcd.
Ellt abruptly his hands were on
her arms. his dark eyes bent COM
p'linEIv on her face. "2ut think
E""d really enjoy meeting Them"
Almost without conscious yoli-
'i"ii' Jean found herself moving to-
"h'd tho hacienda with him.
.nr"'Hh the archcd doorway into
,hc c""!ncas of the interior. The
hricli-rcd tile floor was genero,Islv
unitcd With Indian rugs in many
c",nfs. The furniture was dark
WIN age, heavily carved, the chairs
una diVan covered with rich, red
Morocco leather.
MOST OF this furniture was
brought over from Spain before the
I,1yS of Diaz," Curlcy spoke softly,
,ySL nc disturb her fascination. ut
mE"t belonged to a Spanish grandee
, WI" was given n large grant of
en-. ,'n. IN Mexico by the king of
Jan drew long, rapturous
breath as her eyes swept from one
"nJ'ct to another. Finally her
hhnce rested on d finely-carved
s saddle and silver spurs that hung
rom rom The pommel. THAT saddle 2"
sue , cried" "ro whom did that be-
'url"y grinned. you Dick 'em,
S s,, That's probably the most
ttmuIISi'cd relic in all Mexico. The
W i,,. saddle and spurs Of Pancho |
The Mexican bandit
ana scmi-saint," amended Cur
i:. Most of the poems around
"',S mold him close to their hearts
nc greatest of all Mexicans.
, ",an hombre.' they whisper with
i, o,'nc when his names men,
v, Vn'u'Y lie swung around then
" III" gay, Hello" And Jean, turn.