Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . ls*,a: Apache Squaw and Baby. JUST REGULARS IN the dark depths of an Arizona canon, with no lightbut that which came from the stars, a string of shadowyfigures slowly worked its way through tangles of thornymesquite and cat claw, over rocks and past great bunchesof cactus which pierced hands and limbs wherever theytouched. If you looked closer, you saw that the figures werethose of men, also horses and mules, most of the men lead-ing their mounts, and here and there the yellow chevronson some sergeants blouse, or the
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . ls*,a: Apache Squaw and Baby. JUST REGULARS IN the dark depths of an Arizona canon, with no lightbut that which came from the stars, a string of shadowyfigures slowly worked its way through tangles of thornymesquite and cat claw, over rocks and past great bunchesof cactus which pierced hands and limbs wherever theytouched. If you looked closer, you saw that the figures werethose of men, also horses and mules, most of the men lead-ing their mounts, and here and there the yellow chevronson some sergeants blouse, or the broad yellow stripe on anofficers trousers showed them to be cavalry. There was no talking or unnecessary noise. At timesthey were fairly on their knees fighting their way up somerocky steep; again they dropped down into the darkness,the well-trained animals following like goats. At the head of the line, an officer, young in years butold in this kind of work, whispered occasionally to theveteran guide at his left. Just ahead of him an Apache scout, stripped for thefight, a band of red flannel about hi
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