This smacked of adventure!
Cattlemen and sheepmen were not friendly, as Pete knew. Pete had no
love for the "woolies," yet he hated cattlemen. The old Mexican
thanked him and invited him to visit his camp below Concho. Possibly
Pete never would have left the storekeeper--or at least not
immediately--had not that good man, always willing to cater to Pete's
curiosity as to guns and gunmen, told him that old Montoya, while a
Mexican, was a dangerous man with a six-gun; that he was seldom
molested by the cattlemen, who knew him to be absolutely without fear
and a dead shot.
"Huh! That old herder ain't no gun-fighter!" Pete had said, although
he believed the storekeeper. Pete wanted to hear more.
"Most Mexicans ain't," replied Roth, for Pete's statement was half a
challenge, half a question. "But Jose Montoya never backed down from a
fight--and he's had plenty."
Pete was interested. He determined to visit Montoya's camp that
evening. He said nothing to Roth, as he intended to return.
Long before Pete arrived at the camp he saw the tiny fire--a dot of red
against the dark--and he heard the muffled trampling of the sheep as
they bedded down for the night.
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