He set spur to Pill and loped up to the
fence. A Mexican with a hard, lined face stepped up to him. "You
vamose!" he said, pointing down the road.
Sundown stared at the men about the yard. Among them he recognized
several of Loring's herders, armed and evidently equipped with horses,
for they were booted and spurred. He pushed back his hat. "Vamose,
eh? I'll be damned if I do."
CHAPTER XXVI
THE INVADERS
The Mexican whipped his gun out and covered Sundown, who wisely put up
his hands. Two of the men crawled through the fence, secured Sundown's
horse, and ordered him to dismount. Before both feet had touched the
ground one of the Mexicans had snatched Sundown's gun from its holster.
Chance leaped at the Mexican, but Sundown's "Here, Chance!" brought the
dog growling to his master.
At that moment Loring stepped from the house, and shouldering aside the
men strode up to Sundown. The sheep-man was about to speak when the
tall one raised his arm and shook his fist in Loring's face.
"Fer two pins I'd jump you and stomp the gizzard out of you, you
low-down, dried-up, whisker-faced, mutton-eatin' butcher, you! I goes
to you and makes you a square offer and you come pussy-footin' in and
steals me ranch when I ain't there! If Jack Corliss don't run you
plumb off the edge afore to-morrow night, I'll sure see if there's any
law--" and Sundown paused for lack of breath.
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