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He slid off Olive’s horse, clucked Caprichoso forward, and climbed on board, wincing as the place the mule had bitten came down. He sat down on the top step and looked off toward the evening redness in the west. In it was a keenly honed cuchillo. Depape had sauntered after him and helped him up.

he thought for a moment that would be his only comment on the matter, but then he said, reluctantly: “ ’Twas once so, perhaps. “Put that nasty clout back where it come from—I don’t even want to look at it. Thee knows it. er, the ordinary doom of which this was but a foretaste: the end of girlhood, the end of romance, the