W. C. Tuttle

“ The red-head never kick nobody any more."
"Adios, Pablo," called another. "Fine scheme, eh? You will hear from us later." The three riders with their extra horse, filed out of the arroya and faded out in the moonlight.
"Yes, I will—not!" chuckled Reddy Brant, throwing his sombrero off into the mesquite. "Ugh! Pablo's sombrero was lousy, I'll bet!"
"I hope he don't work that gag loose before they hit the Springs, and I'm betting them four Mexicans will never show their faces in Lemhi again," and he added, "to bother the princess.
He swung into his saddle and turned the pinto towards home. ”

“ He stared at her, and his first thoughts were that her cheeks were like the sunrise on the Cabinet peaks, sort of pink and gold, and her eyes matched the skies above those snow—clad peaks. She was no taller than he, and likely lighter. ”

“ A broken pane of glass in a rear window afforded him a chance to hear the conversation, and he chuckled at the first remark, evidently from Pablo: "You will not bite anybody soon, Pedro. The red-head must kick like a burro." Reddy inwardly thanked Miguel for the lessons in Spanish, and leaned closer to the wall.
Finally he drew back, walked swiftly to his pinto, and rode home in deep thought. ”

“ Wanted to scare you."
"Robert, you must be careful," seriously, "Pedro is very angry at you, don't you think?"
"Well," grinned Reddy, "if he ain't, he ought to be. Good-night."
He rode back towards Lemhi, and guided his horse straight towards the Mexican quarter. In his heart smoldered a hatred for Mexicans. "Scaring a woman with a snake!" he muttered to the pinto, "Ain't that a sneaking trick, Paint?"
He felt that something must be done about Pedro and his ilk. The school was doing them no good. ”

“ You been teaching very long?"
"This is my first school, Robert. You've been to school before?" ~
"Seven times eight is fifty-six," grinned Reddy. "I'll start in where I left off."
₪ THE timid entrance of more pupils precluded further conversation, so Reddy sat there and watched them file in.
"Mexicans, Injuns and worse than that!" grunted Reddy to himself.
"Looks more like a council than a school."
Five little girls, one a half-breed, and twelve males completed the enrollment. The Mexican boys, almost grown men, sat sulkily together and scowled at the teacher. Reddy scowled at the Mexicans. ”

“ He paraded his acquired knowledge at the X. L. ranch, and chided Burns and Milton on their ignorance.
"You fellers better go to school. Great stuff."
And then Jim Burns went to school—not to study, but to see why Reddy rode the ten miles a day so religiously, and moped on Saturday and Sunday. He found out. Big, rough, good-hearted Jim Burns, whose creed was "Play square with a round world," found out when he looked into Mary Ashton's blue eyes, and said:
"No, ma'am, I ain't his dad: I ain't married." ”