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Was it only a day since he had met Ellen Jorth? What had made all the difference? Suddenly like a breath the fragrance of her hair came back to him. Then the sweet coolness of her lips! Jean trembled. He looked around him as if he were pursued or surrounded by eyes, by instincts, by fears, by incomprehensible things. "Ahuh! That must be what ails me," he muttered.
"Well, you've got a gun in your hand," went on the taunting voice. "Ahuh!... Have it your way. I'm warmin' up now, an' I'd like to tell you ..." "Shut up!" interrupted the other, frantically. The blood in him was rising to a fever heat. But fear still clamped him. He could not raise the gun and he seemed in agony.
He must never have a chance to draw it. "Ahuh! So y'u wish Jean Isbel would hop in heah, do y'u?" queried Colter. "Wal, if I had any pity on y'u, that's done for it." A sweep of his long arm, so swift Ellen had no time to move, brought his hand in clutching contact with her. And the force of it flung her half across the cabin room, leaving the sleeve of her blouse in his grasp.
"And he sure had some excuse for going off his head. He caught me talking sweet to Columbine ... and then I called him all the names I could lay my tongue to." "Ahuh!" The old man seemed at a loss for words, and presently he turned away, sagging in the shoulders, and plodded into the house.
"Did y'u tell the truth when y'u denied ever bein' a sweetheart of Simm Bruce?" "Yes, I told y'u the truth." "Ahuh! An' how do y'u account for layin' me out with every dirty name y'u could give tongue to?" "Oh, it was temper. I wanted to be let alone." "Temper! Wal, I reckon y'u've got one," he retorted, grimly. "An' I'm not shore y'u're not crazy or lyin'. An hour ago I couldn't touch y'u."
"We could pack over to the Mazatzals an' live thar till this blows over." "Thank y'u, Uncle John. Y'u're kind and good. But I'll stay with my father. His troubles are mine." "Ahuh! ... Wal, I might hev reckoned so.... Ellen, how do you stand on this hyar sheep an' cattle question?" "I think what's fair for one is fair for another. I don't like sheep as much as I like cattle.
"Nuthin' much." "Jim, you're a liar," replied the old rancher. "Aw!" exclaimed Jim, crestfallen. "What're you hidin'?... You've got somethin' there. Gimme thet gun." Without more ado Jim handed the gun over. "It's mine, boss," put in Bludsoe. "Ahuh? Wal, what was Jim hidin' it fer?" demanded Belllounds. "Why, I jest tossed it to him when I sort of j'ined in with the argyment.
I gave him that scar.... An' when he sees me he's goin' for his gun." "Wal, I'll be darned! Doesn't surprise me. It's a small world.... Wade, I'll keep my mouth shut, sure. But what's your game?" "Lewis an' I will find out if there is any connection between Smith an' this gang of strangers an' the occasional loss of a few head of stock." "Ahuh!
An' I'm reckonin' Collie would be married to Jack now if it hadn't been for you." "Ahuh!... That's why I'm thankin' God I happened along to White Slides. Belllounds, your big mistake is thinkin' your son is good enough for this girl. An' you're makin' mistakes about me. I've interfered here, an' you may take my word for it I had the right." "Strange talk, Wade, but I'll make allowances."
"Lass, I ain't likin' thet, an' I ain't likin' the way you look an' speak." "I am sorry. I can't help either." "What'd this cowboy say to you?" "We talked mostly about his injured foot." "An' what else?" went on Belllounds, his voice rising. "About what he meant to do now." "Ahuh! An' thet's homesteadin' the Sage Creek Valley?" "Yes, sir." "Did you want him to do thet?" "I! Indeed I didn't."
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