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In
a
barren
tract
of
land
,
that
lay
about
half
way
between
the
hacienda
and
the
Fort
--
and
that
did
not
appear
to
belong
to
any
one
--
he
arrived
at
the
terminus
of
his
limping
expedition
.
There
was
a
grove
of
mezquit
,
with
,
some
larger
trees
shading
it
;
and
in
the
midst
of
this
,
a
rude
hovel
of
"
wattle
and
dab
,
"
known
in
South-Western
Texas
as
a
jacalé
.
It
was
the
domicile
of
Miguel
Diaz
,
the
Mexican
mustanger
--
a
lair
appropriate
to
the
semi-savage
who
had
earned
for
himself
the
distinctive
appellation
of
El
Coyote
(
"
Prairie
Wolf
.
"
)
It
was
not
always
that
the
wolf
could
be
found
in
his
den
--
for
his
jacalé
deserved
no
better
description
.
It
was
but
his
occasional
sleeping-place
;
during
those
intervals
of
inactivity
when
,
by
the
disposal
of
a
drove
of
captured
mustangs
,
he
could
afford
to
stay
for
a
time
within
the
limits
of
the
settlement
,
indulging
in
such
gross
pleasures
as
its
proximity
afforded
.
Calhoun
was
fortunate
in
finding
him
at
home
;
though
not
quite
so
fortunate
as
to
find
him
in
a
state
of
sobriety
.
He
was
not
exactly
intoxicated
--
having
,
after
a
prolonged
spell
of
sleep
,
partially
recovered
from
this
,
the
habitual
condition
of
his
existence
.
"
H'la
ñor
!
"
he
exclaimed
in
his
provincial
patois
,
slurring
the
salutation
,
as
his
visitor
darkened
the
door
of
the
jacalé
.
"
P
'
r
Dios
!
Who
'd
have
expected
to
see
you
?
Sientese
!
Be
seated
.
Take
a
chair
.
There
's
one
.
A
chair
!
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
"
The
laugh
was
called
up
at
contemplation
of
that
which
he
had
facetiously
termed
a
chair
.
It
was
the
skull
of
a
mustang
,
intended
to
serve
as
such
;
and
which
,
with
another
similar
piece
,
a
rude
table
of
cleft
yucca-tree
,
and
a
couch
of
cane
reeds
,
upon
which
the
owner
of
the
jacalé
was
reclining
,
constituted
the
sole
furniture
of
Miguel
Diaz
's
dwelling
.
Calhoun
,
fatigued
with
his
halting
promenade
,
accepted
the
invitation
of
his
host
,
and
sate
down
upon
the
horse-skull
.
He
did
not
permit
much
time
to
pass
,
before
entering
upon
the
object
of
his
errand
.
"
Señor
Diaz
!
"
said
he
,
"
I
have
come
for
--
"
