But
what do you expect me to do when a fellow slaps my face?"
"They won't stand fooling with, these greasers. This Pesky fellow is
playing squarer than most would if he gives you warning to be ready with
your six-gun. You take my advice, and you'll burn the wind out of this
country. If you git this fellow, the whole pack of them will be on top
of you, and don't you forget it, son."
"So you advise me to cut and run, do you?" said Dick.
"You bet."
"That's what you'd do, is it?"
"Sure thing. You can't clean out the whole of New Mexico."
"Quit your lying, Steve, you old war-horse. You'd see it out, just like
I'm going to."
Davis scratched his grizzled poll and grinned, but continued to dispense
good advice.
"You ain't aiming to mix with this whole blamed country, are you?"
The man in the chair sat up, his lean jaw set and his eyes gleaming.
"I've been called the scum o' the earth. I've been kicked out of her
house as a fellow not decent enough to mix with honest folks. Only
yesterday I got a letter from some of her people warning me to leave the
country while I was still alive. This Pesquiera is camping on my trail."
"Maybe he ain't. You've only guessed that."
"Guess nothing. It's a cinch."
"What you going to do about it?"
"Nothing."
"But if he lays for you."
"Good enough.
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