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You must get yourself a new suit, and a white shirt " "What do I want with a white shirt " "It has to be," his wife insisted. "You'll have to deck yourself out in a new suit and a while shirt and collar." Y.D. stamped around the room, and in a moment slipped out. "All fool nonsense," he confided to himself, on his way to the bunk-house.
She made him a slow, graceful courtesy, and laughed at him. And so she left him, her laughter floating back, taunting him. Lee watched her until she had gone from his sight. Then he turned and went down the knoll, into the night. Going down the knoll to the bunk-house, Bud Lee cursed himself at every stride.
It seemed heartless to go on eating when Pinkey, the sunshine of the ranch, as they suddenly realized, might be lying cold in death in the bunk-house, so they followed solemnly all except Mrs. Henry Appel, who lingered to pick herself out another spare-rib, which she took with her in her fingers.
He wondered if the boys were back yet from the lumber-camp. He had met them, as Carson had predicted he would, riding in a close-packed, silent, ominous body. He felt assured that they would find no work for them to do at the company's office, that Carson was right and Trevors would "be on his way." But he stopped at the bunk-house. No, the boys hadn't come in yet.
"Glory?" repeated the man, dazedly. "Glory?" And he gazed around the room and took in the new curtains, the pictures on the wall, the cushions and chairs, and the bright, shining windows. "You don't mean it's heav'n, do you, Mom? 'Cause I better go back I don't belong in heav'n. Why, Mom, it can't be glory, 'cause it's the same old bunk-house outside, anyhow."
He preferred this to living in a hot bunk-house and carrying bags of cement in the grinding mill, though he knew there was a certain risk of his plunging down the ravine with his engine. The boiler primed when he started and was not steaming well.
The valley was lying very warm and beautiful in yellow light, and the setting sun was just capping the mountains with gold and painting great splashes of copper and bronze on the few clouds becalmed in the heavens, when Transley's tired team jogged in among the cluster of buildings known as the Y.D. The rancher met him at the bunk-house.
Lee went to the bunk-house, slipped revolver and cartridges into his pockets, took a rifle and rode again to the old cabin. "It's Trevors's big, last play," he told himself gravely, over and over. "He'll be backing it up strong, playing his hand for all that there's in it, and he'll have taken time and care to fill in his hand so that we're bucking a royal flush.
Collie rode up to the corrals that afternoon whistling as blithely as he could considering his injuries. He continued to whistle as he unsaddled Apache. At the bunk-house Brand Williams looked at him once, and bent double with silent laughter. The boys badgered him unmercifully. "Fell off a hoss! Go tell that to the chink! Who stepped on your face, kid? Been ridin' on your map, eh?
"No use listenin'. You couldn't hear it in that sand not till he gits to the gate. I don't see where Lone goes to, all the time. Where's Jim and Sorry, then?" "Oh, they've had their supper and gone to the bunk-house. Do you want them?" "No! What'd I want 'em fur? Not to look at, that's sure. I want to know how things is going on this ranch.
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