"What do you reckon
that young woman is going to think of herself when she opens that
registered package and finds the letter that would have put the rollers
under her claim _muy pronto?_"
"Think! She'll think you the biggest burro that ever brayed on the San
Jacinto range. She'll have a commission appointed to examine you for
lunacy. What in Mexico is ailin' you, anyhow? You're sick. That's what's
wrong. Love-sick, by Moses!" exploded his friend.
Dick smiled blandly. "You've got another guess coming, Steve. She's
going to eat dirt because she misjudged me so. She's going to lie awake
nights and figure what play she can make to get even again. Getting hold
of those blamed letters is the luckiest shot I've made yet. I was in
bad--darned bad. Explanations didn't go. I was just a plain ornery
skunk. Then I put over this grand-stand play and change the whole
situation. She's the one that's in bad now. Didn't she tell me right off
the bat what kind of a hairpin I was? Didn't she drive me off the ranch
with that game leg of mine all to the bad? Good enough. Now she finds
out I'm a white man she's going to be plumb sore at herself."
"What good does that do you? You're making a fight for the Rio Chama
Valley, ain't you? Or are you just having a kid quarrel with a girl?"
"I wouldn't take the Rio Chama Valley as a gift if I had to steal it
from Miss Valdes and her people.
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