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A Sister of Six
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kept to the wild mustard till he was well on his way to the pastures. He found Winthrop, a middle-aged man. active and genial, trying to put the New England
work spirit into some lazy Mexicans. Sepulveda asked for a word and they rode off together. In the creek bed of a shaded ravine Sepulveda leaned to Winthrop and said softly. "I was sent to kill you."
The older man's goodnatured face did not change its expression. "Well, I ought to be an easy mark." he laughed, squaring his broad shoulders.
"You are." answered Sepulveda. And he told again what he had told Prudence. But Winthrop would not listen.
"Go back and tell Garcia that this is the United States, not Mexico," he said. "I bought my land in a regular way from the original settlers. And I'm going to keep it. Tell him too that if he or any of his greasy Spaniards set foot on it I'll have the sheriff after them."
"If you start to-night I can tell Don Francisco I have put you out of the way," was Sepulveda's only answer.
"I'm going back to that pasture to work." retorted Winthrop. "and if Don Francisco wants me he will find me there."
When Sepulveda reached his emplover's
When she finally closed her eyes it was only to start up in terror at any strange noise.
ranch house the favorite horse of the Don stood saddled at the veranda. Its coat shone with much brushing. Evidently Don Francisco was going out to call on some neighboring rancher. As Sepulveda jumped from his own mount the Spaniard appeared.
"Thou hast seen the coyote." he asked.
"I have seen him."
"Will he cause trouble?"
"I think not."
"Ah, then, the little Prudencia, she must be cared for."
Sepulveda's eyes sought the ground. The other regarded him narrowly. His searching gaze went to the young man's hands and noted that they were clenched to fists. An amused smile showed his white teeth. "That is all, Sepulveda," he said gently, climbed into his saddle, and cantered away.
Sepulveda went at once to his own quarters. There he packed his clothes. For he knew that if he was to live to help Prudence he must be out of Don Francisco's reach when it became known that Winthrop was unhurt. With his bundle he started in a roundabout way for the Santa Rosa ranch.
It was near nightfall when his low call sounded from the tree clump. Again and again he whistled. No response came. He