And with Anita standing in rapt admiration, Chico Miguel wondering if
the kick of the horse had not unsettled the strange caballero's reason,
and the Senora blandly aware that her daughter and the tall one had
become adepts in interpreting the language of the eyes, Sundown rode
away in a cloud of dust, triumphantly joyous, yet with a peculiar
sensation in the region of his heart, where the horse had kicked him.
When he realized that admiring eyes could not follow him forever, he
checked the horse and rubbed his chest.
"It hurts, all right! but hoss-shoes is a sign of _luck_--and posies is
a sign of _love_--and them two signs sure come together this mornin'.
'Oh, down in Arizona there's a--' No, I reckon I won't be temptin'
Providence ag'in. This hoss might have some kind of a dislikin' for
toad-lizards and po'try mixed, same as the other one. I can jest kind
o' work the rest of that poem up inside and keep her on the ice
till--er--till she's the right flavor. Wonder how they're makin' it at
the Concho? Guess I'll stir along. Mebby they're waitin' for me to
show up so's they can get busy.
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