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Me? Well, I ranged over from California to sell a patch of ground I owned in Yuma. Then I hiked over to Nogales on a little pasear and offered to pack a gun and wear a uniform for this Mexican squabble, and the powers that be turned me down because one of my eyes could see farther than the otherthats no jokeits a calamity! I spent all the dinero I had recovering from the shock, and about the time I was getting my sympathetic friends sobered up, Singleton, of Granados, saw us trying out some raw cavalry stock, and bid for my valuable services and I rode over. Any other little detail youd like to know?
N-no, only needed to know it wasnt Conrad the manager hired you, and I asked if you were married because married men need the work more than single strays. Adolf Conrad got rid of two good American men lately, and fetches over Mexicans from away down Hermosillo way.
Cause why? asked the man who had ceased pretense of mending the saddle, and was standing with back against the adobe.
Cause I dont know, came petulant response. I only had the hunch when I saw you tame that outlaw in the corral. If he pulls wires to lose you, Ill stop guessing; Ill know!
Very interesting, señorita, agreed the stranger reflectively. But if I have a good job, I cant see how it will give me aid or comfort to know that youve acquired knowledge, and stopped guessing. Whens your time up behind the bars?
Whenever my clothes get dry enough to fool the dear home folks.
You must be a joy to the bosom of your family, he observed, also a blessing.
He heard again the girlish laughter and concluded she could not be over sixteen. There was silence for a space while only the creak of the grindstone cut the stillness. Whoever she was, she had given him a brief illuminating vision of the tactics of Conrad, the manager for the ranches of Granados and La Partida, the latter being the Sonora end of the old Spanish land grant. Even a girl had noted that the rough work had been turned over to a new American from the first circle of the rodeo. He stood there staring out across the sage green to the far purple hills of the Green Springs range.
Youve fixed that cinch, what you waiting for? asked the voice at last, and the young fellow straightened up and lifted the saddle.
Thats so, he acknowledged. But as you whistled to me and the call seemed friendly, it was up to me to halt for ordersfrom the lady in distress.
Again he heard the soft laughter and the voice.
Glad you liked the friendly call, Johnny Reb, she confessed. Thats my call. If ever you hear it where there are no larks, youll know who it is.
Sure, he agreed, yanking at the cinch, and Ill come a lopin with the bonnie blue flag, to give aid and succor to the enemy.
You will not! she retorted. Youll just whistle back friendly, and be chums. I think my clothes are dry now, and youd better travel. If you meet anyone looking for a stray maverick, you havent seen me.
Just as you say. Adios!
After he had mounted and passed along the corral to the road, he turned in the saddle and looked back. He could see no one in the window of the bars, but there came to him clear and sweet the field bugle of the meadow lark.
He answered it, lifted his sombrero and rode soberly towards the Granados corrals, three miles across the valley. Queer little trick she must be. American girls did not usually ride abroad alone along the border, and certainly did not chum with the Mexicans to the extent of borrowing shirts. Then as he lifted the bridle and Pardner broke into a lope, he noted an elderly horseman jogging along across trail on a little mule. Each eyed the other appraisingly.
Hello, Bub! hailed the older man. My names Pike, and youre the new man from California, hey? Glad to meet you. Hear your names Rhodes.
I reckon you heard right, agreed the young chap. K. Rhodes at your service, sir.
Hello! K? K? Does that K stand for Kit?
Center shot for you, assented the other.
From Tennessee?
Now youre a sort of family historian, I reckon, Mr. Pike, suggested K. Rhodes. Whats the excitement?
Why you young plantation stray! and the older man reached for his hand and made use of it pump-handle fashion with a sort of sputtering glee. Great guns, boy! there was just one K. Rhodes a-top of Gods green earth and we were pardners here in Crooks day. Hurrah for us! Are you cousin, son, or nephew?
My grandfather was with Crook.
Sure! I knew it soon as I laid eyes on you and heard your name; that was in the corral with the outlaw Conrad had driven in for you to work, it want a square deal to a white man. I was cussin mad.
So I heard, and the blue eyes of the other smiled at the memory of the girls glib repetition of his discourse. Whats the great idea? Aside from the fact that he belongs to the white dove, anti-military bunch of sisters, Singleton seems quite white, a nice chap.
Yeh, but hes noways wise at that. He sort of married into the horse game here, wasnt bred to it. Just knows enough to not try to run it solo. Now this Dolf Conrad does know horses and the horse market, and Granados rancho. Hes shipped more cavalry stock to France than any other outfit in this region. Yes, Conrad knows the business end of the game, but even at that he might not assay as high grade ore. He is mixed up with them too-proud-to-fight clique organized by old maids of both sexes, and to show that he is above all prejudice, political or otherwise, he sure is corraling an extra lot of Mex help this year. Ive companeros Id go through hell for, but Conrads breedwell, enough said, Bub, but theyre different! Mr. Pike bit off a chew of black plug, and shook his head ruminatively.
Rhodes looked the old man over as they rode along side by side. He was lean, wiry and probably sixty-five. His hair, worn long, gave him the look of the old-time ranger. He carried no reata and did not look like a ranchman. He had the southern intonation, and his eyes were wonderfully young for the almost snowy hair.
Belong in the valley, Captain?
Belong? Me belong anywhere? Not yet, son, and he smiled at his own fancy. Not but what its a good enough corner when a man reaches the settlin down age. I drift back every so often. This ranch was Fred Bernards, and him and me flocked together for quite a spell. Singleton married Bernards widowshes dead now these seven years. I just drift back every so often to keep track of Bernards kid, Billie.
I see. Glad to have met you, Captain. Hope we can ride together often enough for me to hear about the old Apache days. This land has fetched out three generations of us, so it surely has some pull! My father came at the end of his race, but Ive come in time to grow up with the country.
Captain Pike looked at him and chuckled. K. Rhodes was about twenty-three, tall, almost boyish in figure, but his shoulders and hands suggested strength, and his mouth had little dents of humor at the corners to mitigate the squareness of jaw and the heavy dark brows. His black lashes made the deep blue of his eyes look purple. Young he was, but with a stature and self-reliant manner as witness of the fact that he was fairly grown up already.
Whered you learn horses, Bub?
Tennessee stock farm, and southern California ranges. Then this neck of the woods seemed calling me, and I trailed over to look after a bit of land in Yuma. I wasted some time trying to break into the army, but they found some eye defect that I dont know anything aboutand dont more than half believe! I had some dandy prospecting plans after that, but there was no jingling in my pocketsno outfit money, so I hailed Singleton as an angel monoplaned down with the ducats. Yes sir, I had all the dream survey made for a try at some gold trails down here, going to take it up where the rest of the family quit.