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“I no say you was looking. I say you look for coyote bait,” Juan said.

“Juan, what kind of coyote bait did Sanchez have?” I asked.

“He gots the kind ju put on the dead rabbit, or cow,” he said.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rosemarie sat on the veranda in a soft chair looking out at the desert, watching the sinking

Sun. She was thinking about a man. A man who had not only impressed her as a real man but, a

man also who had saved her life. It was useless to think of them having a future together but she

could not quit thinking about him. Her father was away on business and wouldn’t be back for

several days. Raul had stayed behind to take charge of the rancho like he was told and was out

in the corral seeing to some horses. Ramon was standing out in the yard, practicing with a pistol.

He was trying to twirl it around his finger and not doing very well.

“Brother, you should be careful with guns. Watch that it does not go off”, She told Ramon,

as she stood up.

“I am not a child, you are not my mother, or father! Do not tell me what to do or not to do!”

He snapped.

“Ramon, you are my brother and I care for your safety. Please do not be so.. so full of hate.

I have never done anything bad to you,” she said.

“I want you to never speak to me again!” He stomped away angry as he said it. She buried

her face in her hands, feeling terrible. What was wrong with Ramon? He had been acting like

this for over a year. She always thought that they had a fairly good relationship but he was

acting very strange. She watched him go into the barn and get the buckskin and ride out. Her

father would be very angry to see Ramon riding the horse called Handy without first being told

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