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had seen a few become rich. But it wasn’t so much the desire for gold that finally prompted him to go along. Cochise had promised peace and Geronimo had scurried south to the Sierra Madres. All was quiet in his territory. Too quiet. He had told himself he would go merely as an escape from boredom. Still, it was hard to keep the wealth aspect from cropping into the thought. Angsman saw the years slipping by with nothing to show for them but a scarred Spanish saddle and an old-model Winchester. All he had to do was lead them to a canyon and a rock formation that looked like a Spanish hat.

Two days to collect the equipment and round up a mozo who wasn’t afraid to drive mules into that part of Apacheria where there was no peace. For cigarettes and a full belly Ygenio Baca would drive his mules to the gates of hell.

IT WAS ALMOST a mile past the arroyo crossing that Angsman noticed his black specks had disappeared from the open flats. For the past few hundred yards his vision to the left had been blocked by dense pines. Now the plains yawned wide again, and his glasses inched over the vastness in all directions, then stopped where a spur jutted out from the hillside ahead to cut his vision. The Indian women had vanished.

Hyde and Billy Guay sat their mounts next to Angsman, who, afoot, swept his glasses once more over the flat. Finally he lowered them and said, more to himself than to the others, “Those Indian women aren’t nowhere in sight. They could have moved out in the other direction, or they might be so close we can’t see them.”

He nodded ahead to where the trail stopped at thick scrub brush and pine and then dipped abruptly to the right to drop to a bench that slanted toward the deepness of the valley. From where they stood, the men saw the trail disappear far below into a denseness of trees and rock.

“Pretty soon the country’ll be hugging us tight; and we won’t see anything,” Angsman said. “I don’t like it. Not with a hunting party in the neighborhood.”

Billy Guay laughed out. “I’ll be go to hell! Ed, this old woman’s afraid of two squaws! Ed, you hear—”

Ed Hyde wasn’t listening. He was staring off in the distance, past the treetops in the valley to a towering, sand-colored cliff with flying rock buttresses that walled the valley on the other side. He slid from his mount hurriedly, catching his coat on the saddle horn and ripping it where a button held fast. But now he was too excited to heed the ripped coat.

“Look! Yonder to that cliff.” His voice broke with excitement. “See that gash near the top, like where there was a rock slide? And look past to the mountains behind!” Angsman and Billy Guay squinted at the distance, but remained silent.

“Dammit!” Hyde screamed. “Don’t you see it!” He grabbed his horse’s reins and ran, stumbling, down the trail to where it leveled again at the bench. When the others reached him, the map was in his hand and he was laughing a high laugh that didn’t seem to belong to the grizzled face. His extended hand held the dirty piece of paper… and he kept jabbing at it with a finger of the other hand. “Right there, dammit! Right there!” His pointing finger swept from the map. “Now look at that gold-lovin’ rock slide!” His laughter subsided to a self-confident chuckle.

From where they stood on the bench, the towering cliff was now above them and perhaps a mile away over the tops of the trees. A chunk of sandrock as large as a two-story building was gouged from along the smooth surface of the cliff top, with a gravel slide trailing into the valley below; but massive boulders along the cliff top lodged over the depression, forming a four-sided opening. It was a gigantic frame through which they could see sky and the flat surface of a mesa in the distance. On both sides the mesa top fell away to shoulders cutting sharp right angles from the straight vertical lines, then to be cut off there, in their vision, by the rock border of the cliff frame. And before their eyes the mesa turned into a flat-topped Spanish sombrero.

Billy Guay’s jaw dropped open. “Damn! It’s one of those hats like