"I've got it figgered out," he announced when Luck came over to his retreat.
"If Ramon crossed the railroad he was aimin' t' hit out across the mesa to the
mountains 'n' beyond. He wouldn't go south, 'cause he could be traced among
the Injun pueblos--they's a thousand eyes down, that way b'fore he'd git t'
wild country. He'd keep away from the valley country--er I would, if I was
him. I know dang well whar I'D hit fer if I was makin' a gitaway 'n' didn't
come off over here--'n' I shore would keep outa Navvy country, now I'm tellin'
yuh! No, sir, I'd take out t'other way, through Hell Canon er Tijeras, 'n' I'd
make fer the Jemes country. That thar's plenty wild 'n' rough--'n' come t'
think of it, the Chavez boys owns quite a big grant, up in there som'ers, 'n'
have got men in their pay up thar, runnin' their cattle. Ramon could lay low
fer a dang long while up thar 'n' be safer'n what he would be out amongst
strangers.
"'N' another thing, I'd plan t' have some hosses stached out in one uh them
canons, 'n' I'd mebby use a autymobile t' git to 'em, 'n' send the car back t'
town-- if I could trust the feller that drove it--outa my sight. 'N', Luck, if
you'll take my advice, you'll hit out t'wards the Jemes country.
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