"Nobody. There is no danger."
Blaze shook his head. "They know you are a red-hot Rebel. I
wouldn't trust them."
"They know, also, that I am an American, like you gentlemen,"
proudly asserted Guzman. "That makes a difference. I supported the
Liberator--God rest his soul!--and I secretly assist those who
fight his assassins, but so does everybody else. I am receiving a
fine price for those horses, so it is worth a little risk. Now,
senor," he addressed himself to the Ranger, "I have brought you a
little present. Day and night my boys and I have worked upon it,
for we know the good heart you have. It was finished yesterday.
See!" Ricardo unwrapped a bundle he had fetched, displaying a
magnificent bridle of plaited horsehair. It was cunningly wrought,
and lavishly decorated with silver fittings. "You recognize those
hairs?" he queried. "They came from the mane and tail of your
bonita."
"Bessie Belle!" Law accepted the handsome token, then held out his
hand to the Mexican. "That was mighty fine of you, Ricardo. I--You
couldn't have pleased me more."
"You like it?" eagerly demanded the old man. "That is good. I am
repaid a thousandfold.
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