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Chapter 95
"I'll tell you once more," said Ranse, slowly. "As I am a Truesdell and as you are my father, I'll never marry a Curtis." "Good boy," said old "Kiowa." "You'd better go get some supper." Ranse went to the kitchen at the rear of the house. Pedro, the Mexican cook, sprang up to bring the food he was keeping warm in the stove. "Just a cup of coffee, Pedro," he said, and drank it standing. And then: "There's a tramp on a cot in the wagon-shed. Take him something to eat. Better make it enough for two." Ranse walked out toward the jacals. A boy came running. "Manuel, can you catch Vaminos, in the little pasture, for me?" "Why not, senor? I saw him near the puerta but two hours past. He bears a drag-rope." "Get him and saddle him as quick as you can." "Prontito, senor." Soon, m
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