CHAPTER V: UNCLE JIMMY GETS THE LOW-DOWNIn the spacious dining-room, at the long, hand-hewn table, Collins ate a meal prepared by a Mexican woman, mother of little José, while Uncle Jimmy sat across from Collins. He was not satisfied that Collins wasn’t connected with the sheep interests.
“I’m lookin’ for a tall, gray geldin’,” declared Collins. “He’s my horse. Branded with an N on the right shoulder. Yuh see, I was with the border patrol one night when we tried to pick up a contraband cargo. There was plenty shootin’ and one man got hit hard, and after it was all over, I lost a horse. The man who got him was headin’ north; so I took that runt I’m ridin’ and follered. I’ve been pretty much all around, but I ain’t found my horse.”
“You must think a lot of that horse,” smiled Uncle Jimmy.
