"
"Ain't that sort of a big order?" Blaze queried.
"Perhaps, but you're the very man to do it. 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. If I was the kind that went
looking for a fight, I wouldn't have paid freight on myself from
the Panhandle down here. I 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. I 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. If a cowman tells you he never stole
anything, he's either a dam' good liar or a dam' bad roper. But
Ricardo's going straight enough now."
"He has lost his share of stock," Paloma explained, "and he'll
work with you if father asks him. You go along with Dave---"
"I'm too busy," Blaze demurred, "and I ain't feeling good. I had
bad dreams all night."
"I don't want you around here this morning. That new dressmaker is
coming."
Jones rose abruptly from the table.
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