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“
I
hope
that
Hooven
girl
won
’
t
go
to
the
bad
,
”
Presley
said
to
Harran
.
“
Oh
,
she
’
s
all
right
,
”
the
other
answered
.
“
There
’
s
nothing
vicious
about
Minna
,
and
I
guess
she
’
ll
marry
that
foreman
on
the
ditch
gang
,
right
enough
.
”
“
Well
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
she
’
s
a
good
girl
,
”
Presley
hastened
to
reply
,
“
only
she
’
s
too
pretty
for
a
poor
girl
,
and
too
sure
of
her
prettiness
besides
.
That
’
s
the
kind
,
”
he
continued
,
“
who
would
find
it
pretty
easy
to
go
wrong
if
they
lived
in
a
city
.
”
Around
Caraher
’
s
was
a
veritable
throng
.
Saddle
horses
and
buggies
by
the
score
were
clustered
underneath
the
shed
or
hitched
to
the
railings
in
front
of
the
watering
trough
.
Three
of
Broderson
’
s
Portuguese
tenants
and
a
couple
of
workmen
from
the
railroad
shops
in
Bonneville
were
on
the
porch
,
already
very
drunk
.
Continually
,
young
men
,
singly
or
in
groups
,
came
from
the
door
-
way
,
wiping
their
lips
with
sidelong
gestures
of
the
hand
.
The
whole
place
exhaled
the
febrile
bustle
of
the
saloon
on
a
holiday
morning
.
The
procession
of
teams
streamed
on
through
Bonneville
,
reenforced
at
every
street
corner
.
Along
the
Upper
Road
from
Quien
Sabe
and
Guadalajara
came
fresh
auxiliaries
,
Spanish
-
Mexicans
from
the
town
itself
,
—
swarthy
young
men
on
capering
horses
,
dark
-
eyed
girls
and
matrons
,
in
red
and
black
and
yellow
,
more
Portuguese
in
brand
-
new
overalls
,
smoking
long
thin
cigars
.
Even
Father
Sarria
appeared
.
“
Look
,
”
said
Presley
,
“
there
goes
Annixter
and
Hilma
.
He
’
s
got
his
buckskin
back
.
”
The
master
of
Quien
Sabe
,
in
top
laced
boots
and
campaign
hat
,
a
cigar
in
his
teeth
,
followed
along
beside
the
carry
-
all
.
Hilma
and
Mrs
.
Derrick
were
on
the
back
seat
,
young
Vacca
driving
.
Harran
and
Presley
bowed
,
taking
off
their
hats
.
“
Hello
,
hello
,
Pres
,
”
cried
Annixter
,
over
the
heads
of
the
intervening
crowd
,
standing
up
in
his
stirrups
and
waving
a
hand
,
“
Great
day
!
What
a
mob
,
hey
?
Say
when
this
thing
is
over
and
everybody
starts
to
walk
into
the
barbecue
,
come
and
have
lunch
with
us
.
I
’
ll
look
for
you
,
you
and
Harran
.
Hello
,
Harran
,
where
’
s
the
Governor
?
”
“
He
didn
’
t
come
to
-
day
,
”
Harran
shouted
back
,
as
the
crowd
carried
him
further
away
from
Annixter
.
“
Left
him
and
old
Broderson
at
Los
Muertos
.
”
The
throng
emerged
into
the
open
country
again
,
spreading
out
upon
the
Osterman
ranch
.
From
all
directions
could
be
seen
horses
and
buggies
driving
across
the
stubble
,
converging
upon
the
rendezvous
.
