Gordon Young

“ Don Gil glared his challenge first at Hales, then at Burton who understood nothing of what he was saying and did not care; then, impulsively:
"Pardon, señors! I have much anger. Don Don José he and his men rode toward the rancho, for love it calls a man from what the rancho he should do. And the trail I watched—that Neveenson he went the other. But we will get him, señor. Ha! A woman that knows all he does and where he goes, she tells. And gets gold. Bah, I hate women!"
Don Gil paused, half-cocking his head, listening warily.
Don Gil seldom stayed long in one place ”

“ Set the outposts and be ready with warning. I'll roast alive the man that fails!"
A hurried murmuring started up; the men were choosing from among themselves who was to stand guard. Then the guards vanished.
The thickset man swung wearily from his horse, a beautiful animal, looked angrily at Hales, peered under scowling brows at Burton, tossed the reins at a man nearby, and said:
"I, señor, am Don Gil Diego, for twenty years raiser and trainer of horses on the de Sola rancho. I hate all gringos!" ”

“ You, señor, are the one to blame because that Neveenson slipped through my fingers. I would have put the brand on him as on a bullock—then hanged him for all men to see! Don José he says brand and turn him loose, but I, señor, kill! Is it not so? ”