on to deny it.

"Iffen you be huntin' a job--_Don_ Cazar, he's always ready to hire on
wagon guards. Any young feller what knows how to handle a gun, he's
welcome--"

"Can't leave Tubacca, at least for now. Have me a mare over in the livery
that just foaled. I'm not movin' until she's ready to travel--"

"Must be right good stock," Fenner observed. "Me, I has me a ridin' mule
as kin smell Apaches two miles off. Two, three times that thar mule saved
m' skin fur me. Got Old Tar when he turned up in a wild-hoss corral th'
mustangers set over in th' Red River country--"

"I saw him when you rode into town. Good-lookin' animal."

Crow Fenner nodded vigorously. "Shore is, shore is. _Don_ Cazar, he's
partial to good stock--favors Tar, too. Th' _Don_ has him a high-steppin'
hoss every hoss thief in this here territory'd like to run off. Bright
yaller--"

"Saw that one, too. Unusual colorin' all right."

"He put a white stud--white as milk--to run with some light buckskin mares
back 'fore th' war. First colt out of that thar breedin' was that Oro
hoss. Never got 'nother like him; he's special. Shows his heels good, too.
They's gonna race him out on th' flats tomorrow if anyone is fool 'nough
to say as he has a hoss as can beat Oro. Thar's always some greenhorn as
thinks he has--"

"Oh?" Drew wondered aloud. The black-and-gold horse was beautiful and
plainly of good breeding. That he was also a runner was not out of the
question. But that Oro could best Gray Eagle-Ariel stock on the track,
Drew doubted. There were unbroken records set on eastern tracks by horses
in Shiloh's direct blood line. And the local talent that had been matched
against Oro in the past had probably not been much competition. The
Kentuckian began to speculate about a match between the gray stallion and
the horse foaled on the Arizona range.

"Yep, we'll see some race, does anyone turn up with a hoss t' match Oro."

One of the shirted Indians rose to his feet. With rifle sloped over
forearm, he padded into the dark. Fenner's relaxed posture tensed into
alert readiness. His head turned, his attitude now one of listening
concentration. Drew strained to see or hear what lay beyond. But the noise
from the plaza and torchlight made a barrier for eye and ear.

Fenner's rifle barrel dropped an inch or so; he stood easy again. Drew
heard a jingle of metal, the creak of saddle leather, the pound of shod
hoofs.

"Soldiers!" Fenner sniffed. "Wonder what th