Chapter 6
The Christmas Angel Plays GhostAt midnight, the Peaceful Hart ranch lay broodily quiet under
its rock-rimmed bluff. Down in tho stable the saddle-horses were
but formless blots upon the rumpled bedding in their stalls—except
Huckleberry, the friendly little pinto with the white eyelashes and
the blue eyes, and the great, liver-colored patches upon his sides,
and the appetite which demanded food at unseasonable hours, who was
now munching and nosing industriously in the depths of his manger,
and making a good deal of noise about it.
Outside, one of the milch cows drew a long, sighing breath of
content with life, lifted a cud in mysterious, bovine manner, and
chewed dreamily. Somewhere up the bluff a bobcat squalled among the
rocks, and the moon, in its dissipated seaso
