Sombra reined in the bays at the edge of the wide porch surrounding the main house. Before he could take a breath to yell, two Mexican boys appeared and proceeded to unload the new owner’s trunks. Pancho and Cisco were just a few months short of the age to start their careers as vaqueros, following in the footsteps of their father and grandfathers. He figured the twins were about twelve now, and already strapping boys who had no fear of work or the dangers faced on the range. Next summer they’d get their spurs and rawhide riatas and go to work.
“You’ll want to settle in for a day or two, I expect,” he said, turning to the Englishman. “When you’re ready, send one of the boys for the foreman, El Segundo, and he’ll show you around. Then you can decide what you want to do next. Things will ru
