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It dripped, literally, from the barrel of Banion's pistol when he took it from its holster to carry it to the wagon. He fastened the reins of his horse to a wheel and hastened with other work. A pair of trail ropes lay in the wagon. He netted them over the wagon top and lashed the ends to the wheels to make the top securer, working rapidly, eyes on the advancing storm.
Price turned to his associates. "Ride back, Kelsey, and tell Wingate we all think we should break camp at once. "You see," he added to Banion, "he wouldn't even ride over with us. I regret this break between you and him. Can't it be mended?" A sudden spasm passed across Will Banion's browned face. "It cannot," said he, "at least not here and now.
"I am no man's prisoner, Captain Wingate," said Banion's deep voice. His eyes were fixed beyond the man to whom he spoke. He saw Molly, to whom her mother now ran, to take the white face in her own hands. Wingate looked from one to the other. "Why do you come here? What do I owe you that you should bring more trouble, as you always have? And what do you owe me?" "I owe you nothing!" said Banion.
"What do you mean, you damned fool, you, by riding my horse off without my consent!" he broke out. "If she ain't dead that damned wild horse you had the gall " Will Banion's self-restraint at last was gone. He made one answer, voicing all his acquaintance with Sam Woodhull, all his opinion of him, all his future attitude in regard to him.
This time it was Will Banion's hand that was suddenly extended. "Take her secret an' take her advice then," said Bridger after a time. "Ye must git in ahead to Californy. Fust come fust served, on any beaver water. Fer me 'tis easy. I kin hold my hat an' the immigrints'll throw money into hit. I've got my fortune here, boy. I can easy spare ye what ye need, ef ye do need a helpin' out'n my plate.
But now, in his climbing on the steep hillside, his rifle was in his left hand, downhill, and his footing, caught as he was with one foot half raised, was insecure. At no time these last four hours had his opportunity been so close or so poor as precisely now! He saw Will Banion's eyes, suddenly startled, quickly estimating, looking into his own.
I'll know marriage was wrong and love was right all the time." "Fine, my dear! Much happiness! But unfortunately for Major Banion's passing romance, the official records of a military court-martial and a dishonorable discharge from the Army are facts which none of us can doubt or deny." "Yes, that's how it is. So that's why." "What do you really mean then, Molly you say, that's why?"
But she heard the rush of hoofs and the high call of Banion's voice back of her: "Ho, Pronto! Pronto! Vien' aqui!" Something of a marvel it was, and showing companionship of man and horse on the trail; but suddenly the mad black ceased his plunging. Turning, he trotted whinnying as though for aid, obedient to his master's command, "Come here!" An instant and Banion had the cheek strap.
Banion's hand was likewise employed at his wet saddle holster, to which he sprang, and perhaps then one man would have been killed but for Bill Jackson, who spurred between. "Make one move an' I drop ye!" he called to Woodhull. "Ye've give yer promise." "All right then, I'll keep it," growled Woodhull. "Ye'd better! Now listen!
Any instant and he might be off in a mad flight, dragging the man to his death. "Ho! Pronto Vien aqui!" Banion's command again quieted the animal. His ears forward, he came up, whickering his own query as to what really was asked of him. Banion caught the bridle rein once more and eased the rope. Jackson by now had his shotgun and was shouting, crazed with anger.
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