When she asked him about
his own doings, he informed her of the affair which had brought
him to Pueblo.
Of course all three of his companions were breathlessly interested
in the story of Pino Garza's death; Dolores and Jose did not allow
a word to escape them.
"So they cut our fence and ran the calves into our pasture to
brand!" Alaire said. "It's time somebody like you came to
Jonesville, Mr. Law."
"Caramba! It required bravery to ride alone into that rincon,"
Jose declared. "I knew Pino Garza well, and he could shoot like
the devil."
"You said your horse saved your life," Mrs. Austin went on. "How
do you mean?" When Dave had explained, she cried, quickly, "You
weren't riding--Bessie Belle?"
"Yes. She's buried where she dropped."
"Oh-h!" Alaire's exclamation was eloquent of pity, and Law smiled
crookedly.
"I've been right lonesome since she went away. 'Most every day I
find myself stealing sugar for her, the way I used to do. See!" He
fumbled in the pocket of his coat and produced some broken lumps.
"Probably you don't understand how a man gets to love his horse.
Now we used to talk to each other, just like two people.
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