back to the man.
He thought he knew of somebody.
 * * *Â
Hal Chance rode into Laguna Niguel slowly, his eyes taking in both sides of the street. None of the citizens seemed to be paying him any special attention. If this had been an American town, heâd be noticed right away. The Mexicans were so much more relaxed about who entered their towns.
He rode until he came to a livery stable. Not knowing if there was another in town, he simply dismounted and walked his horse in.
âAh, señor, welcome to Laguna Niguel,â the old hostler said.
âYeah, thanks,â Chance said. âLike to put my horse up for a few days.â
âSÃ, señor, with pleasure,â the man said. âDoes your fine animal have any special needs?â
Chanceâs horse was a worn-out pony heâd taken from an Indian heâd killed. Heâd be replacing it soonâwhenever he saw another one he wanted to stealâso he said, âNo, nothing special. Just rub him down and feed âim.â
âSÃ, señor,â the man said, taking the reins. âA few days, you say?â
âProbably.â
âEnjoy yourself in our town, señor.â
âIs there a cathouse?â
âSeñor?â
âWhorehouse,â Chance said. âWhataya call âem here?â He held his hands in front of his chest, as if he were cupping melons.
â
Putas?
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âOh, sÃ, señor, a very fine house,â the man said. âIt is at the end of the street.â
Chance figured he could get directions from the hotel clerk so he said, âYeah, fine.â
He took his rifle and saddlebags from his horse, turned, and walked out, almost brushing shoulders with a tall man coming in. He didnât give the man a second look . . .
TWENTY-TWO
The man with the saddlebags brushed past Clint without a look or a word, so Clint gave him only a cursory glance. The hostler was leading a worn-out-looking pony to the back of the livery when he spotted Clint.
âAh, señor, another visit!â he exclaimed.
âGo ahead and take care of that manâs pony,â Clint said. âIâm going to saddle my horse and take him out for some exercise.â
âAs you wish, señor.â
Clint backed Eclipse out of his stall and saddled the big Darley, speaking to him the whole time. By the time he was done, the hostler was back.
âA magnificent animal, señor,â he said, his eyes shining. âMagnificent.â
âYeah, he is.â He turned to face the man. âWhat is your name?â
âI am Pablo, señor.â
âPablo, you wouldnât by any chance be related to Sheriff Vazquez, would you?â
âRelated?â Pablo laughed and shook his head. âNo, señor, thankfully not.â
âThankfully?â
The older man looked stunned that he had said that word out loud.
âSeñor, I am sorry if the sheriff is a friend of yoursââ
âHeâs not, I assure you,â Clint said. âI barely know him.â
Pablo looked relieved.
âPablo, have you lived here all your life?â
âOh, sÃ, señor,â he said. âI was here when the town was just one adobe hut.â
âWhat can you tell me about Sheriff Vazquez?â
Pablo frowned.
âHow do you mean, señor?â
âI mean, what kind of man is he?â Clint asked. âWhat kind of lawman?â
âHe is not a good man, señor,â Pablo said. âI would be very careful if I was to consider taking him as a friend.â
âAnd as a lawman?â
âHe frightens people,â Pablo said. âPerhaps this is a good thing for a lawman to do?â
âPerhaps,â Clint said, âbut not always.â
âNo, señor, not always.â
âThank you, Pablo,â Clint said. âThank you for talking with me.â
âSÃ, señor,â Pablo said,
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