It was a good thing to have it well understood that the ranch still belonged to Madariaga, the Spaniard.
But what were they worth to Madariaga compared to the grandson that was going to come?
The centaur, Madariaga, had certainly come to life in this warrior hardened by camping in the open air.
Scarcely would Madariaga open his lips before the German's head began nodding in agreement, anticipating his words.
With a buyer like Madariaga, all the tricks and sharp practice of the drovers came to naught.
Madariaga would always steal his grandson away, and then they would scour the plains together.
Their only disagreements were about the expenses established by Madariaga during his regime.
Every one knew of Madariaga by name, although very few had seen him.
The two raced the fields from sun to sun, Madariaga following the flying pigtail of the little Amazon as though it were a flag.
Madariaga had known many of the hard old days of wars and violence.