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The direction they took and the nature of the country pointed to Swanson's ranche as the point for which the outlaws were making. All night long the posse rode, and had they not taken a wrong trail, would have caught up to the robbers at their first camp.
You don't seem to have heard of where these fights sometimes lead Swanson's, for instance, and Tillman's, to mention only last year's. You'd be in a fine mess with one of those on your hands in late July, wouldn't you?" "Let it go for a couple of minutes longer, Adrian," pleaded Torrance. "They're just getting into it. I see a knife out." "And that's what we must forestall.
From the start Swanson's own attitude toward the affair was one of blind, unreasoning rage. In it he saw no necessary routine of discipline, only crass, ignorant stupidity. That any one should suspect him was so preposterous, so unintelligent, as to be nearly comic. And when, instantly, he demanded a court of inquiry, he could not believe it when he was summoned before a court-martial.
"It is not well that our brother should be tied that way," and drawing his keen knife, he cut the thongs, and Swanson freed his arms. His arms free, all of Swanson's courage returned. Hastily glancing around the circle, he suddenly shot out his right arm. Reeling backward, Eagle Claw fell to the ground, and the Indians saw something pass them like the wind, straight for the pony herd.
In the center of a beautiful valley, with high, rugged bluffs rising on all sides, and intersected by a clear stream of spring water, which fell in tiny cascades and little waterfalls, turning and twisting like a silver snake, stood Swanson's Ranche.
Swanson's a good friend of mine, and " "Hang it all, man, who the devil asked you to do it?" replied Jim, hotly. "I was only joking; do you think I wanted you to " "Not at all, my dear fellow, not at all," said the Doctor, in a soothing tone. "No one supposed for a minute that you thought of such a thing, but if I was going to do a job like that I wouldn't care to do it alone.
In the dimness the men were rather solemn and foolish, but the goodwives quivered and adored as they sat about the table. They laughed, "Now, you be good or I'll tell!" when the men took their hands in the circle. Babbitt tingled with a slight return of interest in life as Louetta Swanson's hand closed on his with quiet firmness. All of them hunched over, intent.
She knew that. None of her fisherman lived up here but Swanson, and the Swede she knew was at home. Making a wide detour through the brush which carried her beyond sight of the scuffle, she hurried on. "Where's Dick, Aunt Mary?" There was a note in Jack McCoy's voice which made Miss Lang regard him sharply before replying: "She's gone down to Swanson's, John. One of the babies was sick." "Has Mr.
Swanson's ranche, situated in the northeastern part of the Indian Territory, near Coulby's Bluff, was about one hundred and fifty miles south of Kansas City. The rolling prairie which stretched between was interspersed with ranches, and an occasional small town, but for the greater part was wild and uninhabited.
"He must be a tough combination, but I'll do it, all the same." "Do what, Chip?" asked Sam. "Go down to Swanson's and bring in my man." "Bars and buffler skins," cried Brodey. "You don't mean to say that you will do such a blame fool thing as that. Sho!" "Not alone, Chip," said Sam. "I go with you." "See hyar, young fellers," expostulated Brodey.
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