Enright's twenty yards to one side so as to free himse'f of Peet's smoke in case he has to make a second shot.
"But Peets calls the turn.

With the crack of that Sharp's of his, the ghost sets up sech a screech it proves he ain't white an' also that he'll live through the evenin's events.

As the spectre yelps, the bloo cayouse goes over on its head an' neck an' then falls dead on its side.
The lead which only smashes the spectre's knee to splinters goes plumb through the pony's heart.
"As Peets foresees, the ghost ain't none other than the wise little Jose Miguel, schoolmaster, who's up on drugs an' chemicals.

The bloo glimmer is phosphorus; an' the fire eyes is two of these little old lamps like miners packs in their caps.
"Enright an' Peets strolls up; this Miguel is groanin' an' mournin' an' cryin' 'Marie, Madre de Dios!' When he sees who downs him, he drags himse'f to Enright an' begs a heap abject for his life.

With that, Enright silently lets down the hammer of his rifle.
"Peets when the sun comes up enjoys himse'f speshul with the opp'ration.