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The cattleman was beyond himself with fatigue, rage, and a rankling sense of injustice. "They told me that was your game. I believed it of Moran, but I thought you were square. So you're that sort, too, eh? Well, may you rot in hell before you get my land, you robber! Now listen to me." He waved his hand in the direction of the street.
Bailey might have loaned the rifle to somebody, or he might have fired at a snake, like I did a few minutes ago." "Oh, he might have done anything, of course. But the shell is some evidence, isn't it? It casts the doubt on Tug Bailey, doesn't it?" "Yes, it does that, all right. It casts it further than him." The cattleman spoke positively. "It's a clew, that's what it is.
Morse's own game and see how he likes it," the angry cattleman told his friends. But the luck was all with Morse. His men ran into a rich streak of dirt that started a stampede for the vicinity. Champ indulged in choice profanity. From his point of view he had been robbed, and he announced the fact freely to such acquaintances as dropped into the Bar Double G store.
We had ridden since sunup over broad mesas, down and out of deep cañons, along the base of the mountains in the wildest parts of the territory. The cattle were winding leisurely toward the high country; the jack rabbits had disappeared; the quail lacked; we did not see a single antelope in the open. "It's a case of hold up," the Cattleman ventured his opinion.
"It's a h l of a looking place," said McGuire promptly, as he rolled upon the gallery floor in a fit of coughing. "We'll try to make it comfortable for you, buddy," said the cattleman gently. "It ain't fine inside; but it's the outdoors, anyway, that'll do you the most good. This'll be your room, in here. Anything we got, you ask for it." He led McGuire into the east room.
Now they know you're here, they won't do a thing but sit down and be happy, I expect." The twins whispered together for a minute, then the boy kissed her, put her from him suddenly, and strode away. From the door he called back two words at the cattleman. "Don't forget." With that, he was gone. Yet a moment, and they heard the clatter of his horse's hoofs. "Why did you tell him?" Phyllis asked.
Bandy stayed with the horses. In the building, not counting the cashier and his assistant, were two or three patrons of the institution. One was Sturgis, a round little man who had recently started a drug-store in Bear Cat. He was talking to the assistant cashier. The cattleman was arranging with Ferril for a loan. The attention of the cattleman drifted from the business in hand.
She moved one hand till it found one of her mother's, then she lay very still. The biggest brother dropped to his knees beside the bed and crouched there. The youngest brother began to weep, leaning against the eldest. The neighbor woman crept away toward the kitchen, her face buried in her apron. The cattleman turned his back. The mother clung prayerfully to the transparent hand.
"Say, mister," said cattleman Kyle, "if he's a winner, here's your chance to roll up a wad." Hartigan stared and waited. The cult of the horse is very ancient, but its ways are ever modern. "You say he's a great speeder; will you try him against Kyle's horse?" said Long Bill. Jim looked a rebuff and shook his head.
Hosmer was not in the room but he was in the house, sleeping. Let the cattleman think him absent if he wished. "So much the better; if he's not about, he won't try to interfere," the man went on. "Now, my girl, I've learned all about your tricks, and " "Sir, you talk like that to me in my own house!" Janet broke in, with a flash of eyes.
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