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"You were making love to Columbine. I saw that in her face. You know it and she knows it and I know it.... You're a liar!" "Belllounds, I reckon I am," replied Moore, turning white. "I did tell Columbine what I thought she knew what I ought to have told long ago." "Ahuh! Well, I don't want to hear it. But I'm going to search that wagon."
"Ahuh!... Wal, wal, life is a hell of a deal! Wade, if you could live yours over again, knowin' what you know now, an' that you'd love an' suffer the same would you want to do it?" "Yes. I love life, with all it brings. I wouldn't have the joy without the pain. But I reckon only men who've come to our years would want it over again." "Wal, I'm with you thar. I'd take what came.
You won't let me kill him." "I reckon I wanted him to learn what real men thought of him." "Ahuh! Wal, an' now I've onlightened him, what's the next deal?" "You'll all go to Kremmlin' with me an' I'll turn you over to Sheriff Burley." That was the gauntlet thrown down by Wade. It was not unexpected, and acceptance seemed a relief.
"I've been careful to have my business transactions all in writing," said Moore. "It makes these fellows sore, because some of them can't write. And they're not used to it. But I'm starting this game in my own way." "Have you sold any stock?" "Not yet. But the Andrews boys are driving some thirty-odd head to Kremmling for me to be sold." "Ahuh!
"Ahuh!... I'm sure interested this minute," replied Moore, and then, stepping to the side of the mustang, with swift hands he unbuckled the cinch, and with one sweep he drew saddle and blanket to the ground. The action surprised Belllounds. He stared. There seemed something boyish in his lack of comprehension. Then his temper flamed.
"I'll allow if I'd known the gun would let out a bellar like that I'd not have told Jack to shoot. Reckon it's because we're under the open roof that it made the racket. I'm wantin' to clean the gun while it's hot." "Ahuh! Wal, I was scared fust, harkin' back to Indian days, an' then I was mad because I figgered Jack was up to mischief.... Did you fetch in the meat?" "You bet.
All objects, of course, were indistinguishable in the dark-gray obscurity, except when he came close upon them. Shepp showed an increasing eagerness to bolt out into the void. When Jean had traveled half a mile from the house he heard a scattered trampling of cattle on the run, and farther out a low strangled bawl of a calf. "Ahuh!" muttered Jean. "Cougar or some varmint pulled down that calf."
"What cattle did you say?" asked the rustler, as if he had not heard aright. "The cattle Buster Jack stole from his father an' sold to you." "Wal, now! Bent Wade at his old tricks! I might have knowed it, once I seen you.... Naw, I'd no idee Belllounds blamed thet stealin' on to any one." "He did." "Ahuh! Wal, who's this Wils Moore?" "He's a cowboy, as fine a youngster as ever straddled a horse.
Anyway I saved him one day from being strung up. That was on the Powder River, when I was riding for Hurley's X Y Z outfit. They were a hard lot. And Mac's guilt wasn't clear to me. Anyway, I got him out of a bad mess, on condition he'd leave the country." "Ahuh! Wal, I see. But it's a shore gamble he's one of Hardman's outfit now, same as Purcell." "Reckon he was. But he got fired."
The old gambler evinced considerable alarm until Lane explained how he happened to be there; and then his feeling changed to solicitude. "Lane, you look awful," he said. "If I look the way I feel it's no wonder you're shocked," returned Lane. "Ahuh! What'd you see?" queried the other, curiously. "When?" "Why, you numskull, while you were peepin' all that time." Lane sombrely shook his head.
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