Huh! Me nussin' them sheep for two weeks and more, an' me just dyin'
for a leetle taste o' mutton. Mebby his herders was scared to come for
'em, I dunno."
Sundown was established at the water-hole. Corliss had sent a team to
Antelope for provisions, implements, and fencing. Meanwhile, Sundown
had been industrious, not alone because he felt the necessity for
something to occupy his time, but that he wanted to forget the tragedy
he had so recently witnessed. And he had dreams of a more
companionable future which included Mexican dishes served hot, evenings
of blissful indolence accompanied by melody, and a Senora who would
sing "Linda Rosa, Adios!" which would be the "piece de resistance" of
his pastoral menu.
The "tame cow," which he had so ardently longed for, now grazed
soulfully in a temporary enclosure out on the mesa. Two young and
sprightly black pigs prospected the confines of their littered
hermitage. Four gaunt hens and a more or less dilapidated rooster
stalked about the yard, no longer afraid of the watchful Chance, who
had previously introduced himself to the rooster without the formality
of Sundown's presence as mediator.
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