bunch, and I led the men over Cajon pass, into California. As you can see, the
Californios
provided us with fine horses, weapons, and ammunition. The Utes ainât forgot, anâ thatâs somethinâ that canât always be said of a white man.â
As he spoke, his eyes were on Sangre and Hueso. From their expressions, it appeared his suspicions of the pair were well-founded.
âIf you donât get along with all the Utes,â said Hindes, âwhatâs to stop all the others from jumpinâ inahead of us, killinâ the teamsters, and takinâ the wagons?â
âThey ainât got the firepower,â Dog Face said. âWinchesters cut âem down before they git within range with bows and arrows. That bunch that attacked the wagons a while ago, half of âem died, without once drawinâ blood.â
The Utes had gone about their business, paying no attention to Slade and his men. It was encouragement enough for the new arrivals, and they set about unsaddling.
âWe got some grub,â Slade said, âbut not enough to make much difference, with all these
hombres
.â
âWeâre obliged,â said Dog Face, âbut it wonât matter. Itâs summer, and thereâs plenty of game in these mountains. Come winter, weâll drift west, toward the Great Basin.â
There was a stream along the floor of the canyon, with the western rim overhanging enough to provide shelter. Slade and his companions released their horses and dragged their saddles beneath the rim. There being little else to do, the outlaws stretched out, heads on their saddles, and lighted quirlys.
âA fine damn mess,â said Hindes sourly. âNow whatâll we do?â
âWeâll keep our mouths shut,â Slade replied. âEspecially you. Spoutinâ off could get us all shot dead.â
âThereâs worse things than throwinâ in with this bunch,â said Withers. âAt least, we ainât likely to be bushwhacked by Indians.â
âHell, weâre surrounded by âem,â Peeler said. âLetsomethinâ happen to this ugly varmint, Perro Cara, and weâre dead as last summerâs cornstalks.â
âThatâs why weâre gonna do whatever it takes to keep him alive,â said Slade. âAt least for a while. Weâre going to make ourselves useful to him.â
Hindes laughed. âThe mark of an honest man. Never back-shoot or double-cross a gent, as long as heâs useful.â
Somehow it rubbed Slade the wrong way, and with his hand near the butt of his Colt, he spoke.
âHindes, you open your mouth one more time, and Iâll kill you.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Despite the fact the first Indian attack had come from along the back trail, Faro didnât give up scouting ahead. This time, rather than scouting only as far as he believed the wagons could travel in a day, he rode much farther. While there was some personal risk, he wanted to see just how far ahead the outlaws were. He reined up quickly, for suddenly there were tracks of a dozen unshod horses. The riders had advanced until they had come together with other riders of unshod horses, and the lot of them had traveled west. Faro followed cautiously, and only when the riders were strung out enough could he again see tracks of shod horses.
Five
shod horses! He rode a little farther, just to be sure his eyes hadnât deceived him, but the tracks were there. Wheeling his horse, he rode back to meet the wagons. Seeing him coming, they reined up to rest the teams and climbed down from their wagon boxes.
âThereâs trouble ahead,â said Faro. âThese
hombres
Iâve been trailinâ rode off with Indians. Two dozen ormore, if Iâm any judge. One of the bunch is ridinâ a shod horse.â
âCould be a white renegade,â Dallas Weaver said.
âThatâs what I suspect,â said
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