Wild Horse Mesa [antikvár]

WILD HORSE MESACHAPTER ONET"*HE mystery and insurmountable nature of Wild Horse Mesa had usurped many a thoughtful hour of Chane Weymer's lonely desert life in Utah. Every wandering rider had a strange story to tell about this vast tableland. But Chane had never before seen it from so lofty and commanding a height as this to which Toddy Nokin, the Piute, had led him; nor had there ever before been so impelling a fascination as that engendered by the Indian.For the Piute claimed that it was the last refuge of the great wild stallion, Panquitch, and his band.Panquitch! He had been chased out of Nevada by wild-horse wranglers, of whom Chane was not the last; Mormons had driven the stallion across Utah, where in the canyoned fastnesses south of the Henry Mountains he had disappeared.Chane's gaze left the mesa to fall upon the swarthy lineaments of his companion. Could he place credence in Toddy Nokin? The Piutes loved fine horses and were not given to confiding in white hunters. It occurred to Chane, however, that he had befriended this Indian." Toddyyou sure Panquitchon Wild Horse Mesa? " queried Chane, in his laboured mixture of Piute and Navajo.The Indian had the solemn look of one whose confidence had not been well received." How you know? " went on Chane, eagerly.Toddy Nokin made a slow, sweeping gesture toward the far northern end of Wild Horse Mesa, almost lost