The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
History
The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
He was a short, stout man, with cat-like manners, and crafty looks,
already of a certain age, but still quick and active.
When the travellers had placed their horses in the corral, before a good
stock of alfalfa, and had themselves supped with the appetite of men who
have made a long journey, the ice was broken between them and the host,
thanks to a few tragos of Catalonian refino, liberally offered by the
Canadian, and the conversation went on upon a footing of the truest
cordiality, while the little girl, carefully wrapped up in the hunter's
warm zarapé, was sleeping with that calm and simple carelessness
peculiar to that happy age when the present is all in all, and the
future does not exist.
"Well, gossip," Tranquil said gaily, as he poured out a glass of refino
for the host; "I fancy you must lead a jolly life of it here."
"I?"
"Hang it, yes; you go to bed with the bees, and I feel certain you are
in no hurry to get up in the morning."
"What else can I do in this accursed desert, where I have buried myself
for my sins?"
"Are travellers so rare, then?"
"Yes and no; it depends on the meaning you give the word."
"Confound it! there are not two meanings, I should fancy."
"Yes, two very distinct meanings."
"Nonsense! I am curious to know them."
"That is easy enough: there is no lack of vagabonds of every colour in
the country, and if I liked, they would fill my house the whole blessed
day; but they would not shew me the colour of their money."
"Ah, very good; but these estimable Caballeros do not constitute the
whole of your customers, I presume?"
"No; there are also the Indios Bravos, Comanches, Apaches, and Pawnees,
and Heaven alone knows who else, who prowl about the neighbourhood from
time to time."
"Hum! those are awkward neighbours, and if you have only such customers,
I am beginning to be of your opinion; still, you must now and then
receive pleasanter visits."
"Yes, from time to time, straggling travellers like yourself, of course;
but the profits, in any case, are far from covering the expenses."
"That is true, here's your health."
"The same to you."
"In that case, though, allow me a remark which may appear to you
indiscreet."
"Speak, speak, Caballeros, we are talking as friends, so have no chance
of offence."
"You are right. If you are so uncomfortable here, why the deuce do you
remain?"
"Why, where would you have me go?"
"Well, I do not know, but you would be better off anywhere than here."
"Ah! if it only depended on me," he said, with a sigh.
"Have you anybody with you here?"
"No, I am alone."
"Well, what prevents you going then?"
"Eh, Caramba, the money! All I possessed, and that was not much, was
spent in building this house, and installing myself, and I could not
have managed it had it not been for the peons."
"Is there a hacienda here?"
"Yes, the Larch tree hacienda, about four leagues off, so that, you
understand, if I go, I must give up my all."
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