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The buckboard topped the rise and leveled to the tree-girdled mesa.
Young Pete stared. This was the most beautiful spot he had ever seen.
Ringed round by a great forest of spruce, the Blue Mesa lay shimmering
in the sunset like an emerald lake, beneath a cloudless sky tinged with
crimson, gold, and amethyst. Across the mesa stood a cabin, the only
dwelling in that silent expanse. And this was to be his home, and the
big man beside him, gently urging the horse, was his partner. He had
said so. Surely the great adventure had begun.
Annersley glanced down. Young Pete's hand was clutched in the old
man's coat-sleeve, but the boy was gazing ahead, his bright black eyes
filled with the wonder of new fortunes and a real home. Annersley
blinked and spoke sharply to the horse, although that good animal
needed no urging as he plodded sturdily toward the cabin.


CHAPTER II
FIREARMS AND NEW FORTUNES
For a few days the old man had his hands full. Young Pete, used to
thinking and acting for himself, possessed that most valuable but often
dangerous asset, initiative.


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