On reaching the divide between the Leona and Frio rivers, we sighted our first herd of trail cattle, heading northward.
"Well, the Frio Kid's got his dose of lead at last," he remarked to the postmaster.
Bud King's band of desperadoes, outlaws and horse and cattle thieves were in camp at a secluded spot on the bank of the Frio.
For some time we laboured in the fields of planters, and then betook our way inland to the ridges of Sierro Do Frio.
Regarding the risk to be unnecessary, he drew off his band to an almost inaccessible spot on the bank of the Frio.
But at that time they did not call him the Frio Kid, for he had not earned the honours of special nomenclature.
Luke was away after a gang of cattle thieves down on the Frio, and I always looked after the law and order when he wasn't there.
One December in the Frio country there was a ratama tree in full bloom, for the winter had been as warm as springtime.
His habitat was anywhere between the Frio and the Rio Grande.
All of you know the 'Frio Kid,' as they call him now, and if you see him, open fire on him without asking any questions.