Killin' me is liable to come mighty high.'
"After which announcements he goes romancin' along in his cheerful,
light-hearted way, drinkin' his whiskey an' bein' sheriff, mingled,
an' in a week or so we-alls begins to forget about them rewards. One
day a little Mexican girl who Mace calls Bonita--she'd shorely give
a hoss for a smile from him any time--scouts over an' whispers to
Mace as how three Greasers from down around Anton Chico is in camp
on a hunt for his ha'r. Them murderers is out for the five thousand;
they's over in Chilili right then.
"'Whereabouts in Chilili be them Mexicans?' asks Mace, kinder
interested.
"'Over camped in old Santa Anna's dance. hall, a-drinkin' of mescal
an' waitin' for dark,' says the girl.
"'All right,' says Mace; 'I'll prance over poco tiempo, an' it's
mighty likely them aliens from Anton Chico is goin' to have a fitful
time.'
"Mace kisses the little Bonita girl, an' tells her not to chirp
nothin' to no Mexican; an' with the caress that a-way her black eyes
gets blacker an' brighter, an' the red comes in her cheek, an' bats
could see she'd swap the whole Mexican outfit for a word from Mace,
an' throw herse'f in for laniyap.
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