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141 Tamale Ridge by: Chuck Cusimano

“We would take our Patron home.”

The spokesman led the men to the young man that was starting to get well.

“Hola, Raul, Vincente, Carlos,” said Ramon, “I am so glad to see you!”

He told the three men of how the Tribe had cared for him. He asked about his father and told of

how the man known as Miguel, had plotted with the other thieves to kill his father and him also.

When the men rode out with Ramon, riding the extra horse they brought for him, Raul took

his rifle and a bandalero of ammunition and handed it to the leader of the tribe and thanked him

for looking after Ramon. As they rode out, the young girl, Ya-nee-jua, watched until they

became small dots on top of the far away ridge. She knew that with the rifle and ammunition,

the tribe would have a better chance of hunting.

CHAPTER THIRTY

When the Judge sat down in his overstuffed chair and banged his gavel on the wooden table,

the courtroom became as quiet as a church on Sunday. He asked me some questions and I told

the truth. I also told that I may have acted as the brother of the dead man and asked the Judge to

try to put himself in Sims’s place.

He finally released Sims and dismissed the case as a whole lot of bad luck.

It was three in the morning when I got to Albuquerque and found my horses.

I paid the man who took care of my two horses for the last couple of days and barely had enough

time to get them and myself loaded on the train, before the train blew its’ whistle and started

south.

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