As Alaire watched him ride away with never
a backward glance she decided that she must lose no time in
apprising the Ranger of this new condition of affairs.
She drove her automobile to Jonesville that afternoon, more
worried than she cared to admit. It was a moral certainty, she
knew, that Jose Sanchez would, sooner or later, attempt to take
vengeance upon his cousin's slayer, and there was no telling when
he might become sufficiently inflamed with poisonous Mexican
liquor to be in the mood for killing. Then, too, there were
friends of Panfilo always ready to lend bad counsel.
Law was nowhere in town, and so, in spite of her reluctance,
Alaire was forced to look for him at the Joneses' home. As she had
never called upon Paloma, and had made it almost impossible for
the girl to visit Las Palmas, the meeting of the two women was
somewhat formal. But no one could long remain stiff or constrained
with Paloma Jones; the girl had a directness of manner and an
honest, friendly smile that simply would not be denied. Her
delight that Alaire had come to see her pleased and shamed the
elder woman, who hesitatingly confessed the object of her visit.
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