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"'Twas a place about like this I drove for thousand of your sheep over last week. With sheep worth what they are I'm afraid it must have cost y'u quite a bit. Not that y'u'll miss it where you are going," he hastened to add. "It was very like you to revenge yourself on dumb animals." "Think so?" The "King's" black gaze rested on him. "Y'u'll sing a different song soon Mr. Bannister.
"I've whooped ye, Jas," Rome said, at last; "I've whooped ye in a fa'r fight, 'n' I've got nothin' now to say 'bout yer tall talk, 'n' I reckon you hevn't nuther. Now, hit's understood, hain't it, that y'u'll leave these mount'ins? "Y'u kin go West," he continued, as the Lewallen did not answer. "Uncle Rufe used to say thar's a good deal to do out thar, 'n' nobody axes questions.
Thar's been enough happen already to run y'u out of Arizona. "'Wal, you don't say! What, fer instance?, asked Isbel, quick an' sarcastic. "Thet made Bruce bust out puffin' an' spittin': 'Wha-tt, fer instance? Huh! Why, y'u darn half-breed, y'u'll git run out fer makin' up to Ellen Jorth. Thet won't go in this heah country. Not fer any Isbel.
If y'u miss it, y'u'll feed at some other chuckhouse." Suddenly the drawl of his sarcasm vanished. His voice carried the ring of peremptory command. "Jim, y'u go back to the ranch with Miss Messiter, AND KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN. Missou, I need y'u. We're going back. I reckon y'u better hang on to the stirrup, for we got to travel some. Adios, senorita!"
I'm afraid y'u'll make trouble for yourself," he said quietly. "Why?" "I don't know myself just why." He hesitated before adding: "They say him and Bannister is thicker than they'd ought to be. It's a cinch that he's in cahoots somehow with that Shoshone bunch of bad men." "But why, that's ridiculous. Only this morning he was trying to kill Bannister himself." "That's what I don't just savvy.
The hoof beats pounded to a solid thumping halt just outside. "Jim thar's hell to pay!" rasped out a panting voice. "Wal, Springer, I reckon I wished y'u'd paid it without spoilin' my deals," retorted Colter, cool and sharp. "Deals? Ha! Y'u'll be forgettin' your lady love in a minnit," replied Springer. "When I catch my breath." "Where's Somers?" demanded Colter.
"There ain't a bit of use in y'u exposing yourself so careless. Y'u take a hot footbath and some of that medicine, Denver, then go right straight to bed, and in the mo'ning y'u'll be good as new. Honest, y'u won't know yourself." "Y'u got the best heart, Mac." Nora giggled. "Since I'm foreman I got to be a mother to y'u boys, ain't I?"
"Perhaps y'u'll learn some time to attend to your own business," said the man on the couch quietly. Hatred gleamed in the narrowed slits from which the soul of the other cousin looked down at him. "I'm a philanthropist, and my business is attending to other people's. They raise sheep, for instance, and I market them." The girl hastily interrupted.
"You don't always insist on putting your actions in the most favorable light. Do you remember the first day I ever saw you?" "Am I likely ever to forget it?" he smiled fondly. "I didn't mean THAT. What I was getting at was that you let me go away from you thinking you were 'the king. I haven't forgiven you entirely for that." "I expect y'u'll always have to be forgiving me things."
"All that aboot leavin' heah with me aboot givin' in was a lie!" "No, Colter. It was the truth. I'll go yet now if y'u'll spare HIM!" She whispered the last word and made a slight movement of her hand toward the loft. "Girl!" he exploded, incredulously. "Y'u love this half-breed this ISBEL! ... Y'u LOVE him!" "With all my heart! ... Thank God!
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