"
"I believe Austin is a strong Rebel sympathizer," Law ventured.
"Sure! And him and the Lewis outfit are amigos. If you go
pirootin' around Tad's place you're more'n apt to make yourself
unpopular, Dave. I'd grieve some to see you in a wooden kimono.
Tad's too well fixed to steal cattle, and if he runs arms it's
because of his sympathy for those noble, dark-skinned patriots we
hear so much about in Washington. Tad's a 'galvanized Gringo'
himself--married a Mexican, you know."
"Nobody pays much attention to the embargo," Law agreed. "I ran
arms myself, before I joined the Force."
When meal-time drew near, both Jones and his daughter urged their
guest to stay and dine with them, and Dave was glad to accept.
"After supper I'm going to show you our town," Blaze declared.
"It's the finest city in South Texas, and growing like a weed. All
we need is good farmers. Those we've got are mostly back-to-nature
students who leaped a drug-counter expecting to 'light in the lap
of luxury. In the last outfit we sold there wasn't three men that
knew which end of a mule to put the collar on. But they'll learn.
Nature's with 'em, and so am I. God supplies 'em with all the
fresh air and sunshine they need, and when they want anything else
they come to Old Blaze.
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