Sacketts 06 - The Daybreakers by Louis L'amour

Author:Louis L'amour [L'amour, Louis]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-07-19T16:44:54+00:00

haven't you been to see us? Grandfather misses you. And he wanted to thank you

for what you did for Juan Torres, and for Miguel."

'They were my friends."

"And you are our friend."

She looked up at me, then took my hand and led me into another room and rang a

little bell. She had grown older, it seemed, in the short time since I had last

seen her. She looked taller, more composed, yet she was worried too, I could see

that.

"How is Don Luis?"

"Not well, Tye. My grandfather grows old. He is more than seventy, you know. I

do not even know how old, but surely more than that, and he finds it difficult

to ride now.

"He fears trouble with your people. He has many friends among them, but most of

them resent the size of the ranch. He wants only to keep it intact for me."

"It is yours."

"Do you remember Abreu?"

"Of course."

"He is dead. Pete Romero found him dead last week, ten miles from here. He had

been shot in the back by someone with a Sharps buffalo gun."

"That's too bad. He was a good man."

We drank tea together, and she told me all that had been happening. Some days

now it was difficult for the don to get out of bed, and Juan Torres was often

off across the ranch. Some of the men had become hard to handle and lazy.

Apparently, what had happened today was not the only such thing.

Don Luis was losing his grip when he needed desperately to be strong, and his

son, Drusilla's father, had long been dead.

"If there is any way that I can help, you just call on me."

She looked down at her hands and said nothing at all, and I sort of felt guilty,

although there was no reason why. There was nobody I loved so much as Drusilla,

but I'd never talked of love to anybody, and didn't know how to go about it.

"There's going to be trouble at Mora," I said, "it would be well to keep your

men away from there."

"I know." She paused. "Does your brother see Señorita Pritts?"

"Not lately." I paused, uncertain of what to say. She seemed older.

So I told her about the place we had found, and thanked her for the help of the

men the don had sent to help us with the adobe bricks. Then I told her about Tom

Sunday and Orrin, and she listened thoughtfully. All the Mexicans were

interested in the selection of the marshal, for it was of great importance to

them. His authority would be local, but there was a chance he could move into

the sheriff's job and in any case, the selection of a man would mean a lot to

the Mexicans who traded in Mora and who lived there, as many did.

What I was saying wasn't at all what I wanted to say, and I searched for the

words I wanted and they would not come. "Dru," I said suddenly, "I wish—"

She waited but all I could do was get red in the face and look at my hands.

Finally, I got up, angry with myself.

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