She musta been ragin' with all the hell there's in a
woman....Can't you fellers see her on Blanco Sol with her eyes
turnin' black?"
Ladd mopped his sweaty face with his dusty scarf. He was beaming.
He was growing excited, hurried in his narrative.
"Right out then Nell swore she'd go after Thorne. If them
cavalrymen couldn't ride with a Western girl to save a brother
American--let them hang back! One feller, under orders, tried to
stop Blanco Sol. An' that feller invited himself to the hospital.
Then the cavalrymen went flyin' for their hosses. Mebbe Nell's
move was just foxy--woman's cunnin'. But I'm thinkin' as she
felt then she'd have sent Blanco Sol straight into Rojas's camp,
which, I'd forgot to say, was in plain sight.
"It didn't take long for every cavalryman in that camp to get wind
of what was comin' off. Shore they musta been wild. They strung
out after Nell in a thunderin' troop.
"Say, I wish you fellers could see the lane that bunch of hosses
left in the greasewood an' cactus. Looks like there'd been a
cattle stampede on the desert....Blanco Sol stayed out in front,
you can gamble on that. Right into Rojas's camp! Sabe, you
senors? Gawd Almighty! I never had grief that 'd hold a candle
to this one of bein' too late to see Nell an' Sol in their one best
race.
"Rojas an' his men vamoosed without a shot. That ain't surprisin'.
There wasn't a shot fired by anybody. The cavalrymen soon found
Thorne an' hurried with him back on Uncle Sam's land.
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