"It's out in front of the 'dobe--and it means the Ortez has got
company."
"Soldiers?"
"Looks like it."
"Arguilla's men?"
"I reckon so. And they're up pretty clost to the line--too clost to
suit me. We'll ride round and do our talkin' with Ortez."
"Ain't they friendly?" queried Pete.
"Friendly, hell! Any one of 'em would knife you for the hoss you're
ridin'! Hear 'em sing! Most like they're all drunk--and you know what
that means. Just follow along slow; and whatever you run into don't
get off your hoss."
"Ain't them there coyotes friendly to Ortez?"
"S' long as he feeds 'em. But that don't do us no good. Ought to be
some of the Ortez riders hangin' round somewhere. They don't mix much
with Arguilla's men."
"She's a lovely lay-out," said Pete. "But I'm with you."
Circling the ranch, Brevoort and Pete rode far out into the desert,
until the camp-fire was hidden by the ranch-buildings. Then they
angled in cautiously, edging past the 'dobe outbuildings and the
corrals toward the hacienda. "Don't see anybody around. Guess they
're all out in front drinkin' with the bunch," whispered Brevoort.
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