Robert Ames Bennet

Bloom of Cactus Robert Ames Bennet

Book Excerpt: ...on his guide's choice of route. But, like her, he held his rifle ready as they came up over the round of a stony ridge. Though neither could see the slightest sign of lurking Indians, Carmena hastened to lead her pony across the ridge crest and down the other side. When safe below the skyline the girl broke into a dog trot. She held to the pace, on a long slant along the ridge side, until they came up into the mouth of a small cañon. Between the bald ledges of the dry channel were bars of sand and gravel. Lennon pointed to the hoofprints of a horse that had come down the cañon at a gallop."This must be the trail of our renegade," he said. Carmena paused to fix him with a somber gaze."The whole bunch of bronchos may be up here, but it's the only way into the Basin; and, once in, they may get behind us. Now's your chance to quit--your last chance."This time Lennon was ready for her."Lead on, Miss Macduff, and--perhaps you know the rest of the quotation...