Then they filed out silently.
"I'll send over some grub," said Corliss as they mounted. Sundown
nodded.
The band of riders moved slowly back toward the Concho. About halfway
on their homeward journey they met Loring in a buckboard. The old
sheep-man drove up and would have passed them without speaking had not
Corliss reined across the road and halted him.
"One of your herders--'Sandro--is over at the water-hole," said
Corliss. "If you're headed for Antelope, you might stop by and take
him along."
Loring glared at the Concho riders, seemed about to speak, but instead
clucked to his team. The riders reined out of his way and he swept
past, gazing straight ahead, grim, silent, and utterly without fear.
He understood the rancher's brief statement, and he already knew of the
killing of Sinker. 'Sandro's assistant, becoming frightened, had left
his wounded companion on the mesas, and had ridden to the Loring rancho
with the story of the fight and its ending.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE PEACEMAKER
"But I ain't no dove--more like a stork, I guess," reflected Sundown as
he stood in the doorway of his house.
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