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as joe was walking back to the stable he could see a lone rider come onto the street from the north. the man rode with his head bowed and his hat drawen down over his eyes. when joe turned into the barn he could see his saddled and packed horses still in stalls munching contentedly. the hostler sat to one side a shot gun across his knees. just as joe was going to speak a form blocked the door and the sunlight. he turned to see a man on a give out bay horse sitting there. after a moment the man slid to the ground. " can you take careof him?" he handed the reins to the hostler the hostler sat there a moment frozen in place" ime a arizona ranger/ i just came straight through from florence. ime afraid i used this good poney a little shamlessly. but dutch is reported in the vicenity."at the name dutch the hostler jumped to his feet and grabbed the reins to the good horse and led him to the back of the barn. the ranger collapsed onto a stool exhausted. joe stepped up. "we heard dutch was comming this way. i was going to leave town today but if he is close, i would rather meet him here in town with all these folks around as to meet him out on the road." ' " THATS GOOD THINKING. THAT DUTCHMAN IS A BAD HOMBRE. THAT DEPUTY HE BEAT UP ESCAPEING DIED.. THATS WHAT HAPPPENS WHEN YOU GIVE SOME ONE LIKE DUTCH A DECENT BREAK. it cost the kid his life. ime assuming your that rodeo hand dutch is chaseing. good horses and a pockeet full of cash. from what i hear he blames you for getting caught in prescott." the ranger shook his head " my name is blain norris. i was in florence gettting ready to testify in a robbery case when i got the word on dutch.. i would advise you to sit tight until we know where that snake is." the ranger was nearly asleep on his feet. joe grabbed him and helped him to a stall with a covering of straw. the ranger slumped to it and was snoreing before his head hit the straw. when the hostler came back joe told him "i guess ime staying here a while. lets un pack and unsaddle my horses. " the hostler nodded. when done joe slipped the man a few extra dollers for his help.then he went back to momma arviso s kitchen and told her about blain.. she said she would have a meal for him when he woke. joe laid cash on the counter and smilled at her. he was almost back to the stable when a older mexican man stopped him. " its told you come from the border and return there to set up a rancho. is that right?"" yes, i was born there, and i want to buy a ranch there. why do you ask?"joe explained. " there is much land here why not stay here and ranch. there is ground along the san pedro you could plant and build a home. we need a young man such as your self. i only ask you consider it. if you wish to look at the ground along the river have momma arviso contact me, ill take you there."the old ranchero explained.. " lets deal with this out law first ill think on it." joe was being polite. but he had his heart set on the border country.. but these people here were polite and seemed to be good rancheros. the old ranchero nodded and stuck out his hand " my name is don pedro amivisca. joe shook the old mans hand and told him his name. they parted company in the street.