BIG HORN 18

JUST AS THE SUN WAS DROPPING BEHIND THE JAVALINA MOUNTAINS, CON AND ROY ALONG WITH EARNESTO WERE WALKING TO THEIR TRAILERS WHEN THEY HEARD A HORN BLOWING AT THE HIWAY GATE. EARNESTO LOOKED at con. " ill go check it out, you two go get some supper" con turned toward the gate in the gathering darkness. at the gate sat a small motor home pulling a jeep. con walkd on thinking he had a tourist wanting to camp. but what he found was a lot different. fawn stuck her head out the side window" its me !" she yelled." let me in please." con almost lost a step when he stumbled. he unlocked the gate and let fawn drive into the yard. after relocking the gate he turned to her." what the hell you doing boss lady?" " when george got served with the divorce papers he he started calling me and curseing me. when i wouldnt take his calls anymore he showed up at the apartment door. beating on it and curseing. i had to call the police. the next day i went and bought this motor home.. since i own the ranch i just as well live here. it has a locked gate and people working here. he wouldnt dare show up here."fawn stood as tall as her 5 foot frame would allow. " well you do own it, theres no doubt. pull on down to the houses for the night. ill have earnesto hook your house up tomorrow. roy and i are leaveing before day light to work some cattle. the house crew will be back tomorrow to start on the interior of your house. you can supervise."con started walking away. fawn watched for a moment then got behind the wheel and drove to the trailer houses and parked. at the house con turnned to fawn we were fixing to have supper. we arnt much cooks but your welcome to eat with us." "no i ate at the truck stop in stanfeild.. ill just go to bed."fawn pulled the blinds on her little motor home. con explained to the other two men about the circumstances. he and roy would still leave before day lite. earnesto was to hook up fawns motor home to the water, the generater and the septic tank. he was to try and park the motor home behind the trailer house if possible out of sight of the gate. he gave earnesto a old 45 caliber army pistol with a extra clip earnesto stuck in the waist band of his pants. at this point con wouldnt put nothing past george. he had lost his meal ticket. it was pitch black when con and roy trotted out of the yard headed toward the 13 tank. each carried a rifle in a scabbord under their right leg. as they rode past earnestos little trailer they could smell food cooking. no lights shone in the motor home. in the western sky a few dim lights twwinkled, there was no moon.neither man said a word. when day lite broke the two riders were almost half way to the 13 tank and water lot. creosote bushes and cactus was easy to make out. con waved roy to the east and he rode into the west to start a circle. they would stir up the cattle and start them to the water lot. but they knew enough to know driveing the cattle would just start a run. roy rode along casully whistling. if he saw some cattle away from the way he was going he would turn to them, get them going toward the tank then return to where he was. on the western leg of the trip con rode along popping the tail of his rope on his chap leg and smooching the cattle out of the brush. as the sun showed itself over table top mountain the two men could see a sizeable dust ahead. if they all went in the water lot it would be a good payday for fawn.