2/9 Then we let them go as best pleased them. The hard, uncompromising ranges, twenty miles to eastward, had softened behind a wonderful veil of purple and pink, vivid as the chiffon of a girl's gown. To the south and southwest the Chiricahuas and Dragoons were lost in thunderclouds which flashed and rumbled. Everybody was hungry and tired. At the chuck wagon we threw off our saddles and turned the mounts into the remuda. |