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Updated: June 27, 2025
Lawler had betrayed no passion that day when he had got off the train at Willets with his men and Blondy Antrim. He had not permitted any of them to suspect that the incident of the attempted theft of a portion of the trail herd had affected him. But it had affected him.
"A cattle rustler is bad," he pronounced, "a hoss thief is worse, but you're the lowest sneak of the lot, Blondy." Again that silence with the pulse in it, and Vic Gregg could feel the chill which numbed every one except himself. The lower jaw of Captain Lorrimer sagged, and his whisper came out in jerking syllables: "God Almighty!"
"Blondy's all right," he stated beneficently, "but you just forget about him tonight. You're going to that dance, and you're going with me. If there's any explanations to be made, you leave 'em to me. I'll handle Blondy." "You handle Blondy!" she whispered. Her voice came back; it rang: "You couldn't if he had one hand tied behind him." She measured him for another blow.
Deer and grouse and small animals were about us all the way, and I had the pleasure of seeing a big white-tailed squirrel dart around and around a tree trunk. This squirrel is found nowhere else. That evening at sunset we drove with Blondy Jensen to VT Park through the "President's Forest."
She looked about eagerly, searching faces. Not one did she know. What had happened? She felt the spasm of chills returning to her. Had Miss Craig failed her? Where was the strikers' lawyer? Were there friends waiting out in the tired audience, among the sleepy witnesses? Suddenly she saw Blondy laughing and talking with a gaudy woman in the crowd.
He took up the pistols, nestling their sinister shapes in his palms, while his blood rioted with the terrible lust that now seized him the old urge to do violence, the primal instinct to slay, to which he had yielded when Shorty told him of the things Blondy Antrim had done. Another minute passed while he fondled the weapons.
The two parlors are to be thrown into one a regular drawing room, and I'm to have the prettiest study off of my bedroom. I have to decide what color I shall have them done in." "We'll all help you." "I just can't have blue and I like it so, but it is the one idea of blondes, therefore I avoid it." "It seems Miss Boyd's favorite color," said Louie. "And she's not so very blondy, either."
Glass was treating in turn, and again the brimming drink went down Vic's throat and left his brain clear, wonderfully clear. He saw through Betty Neal now; she had purposely played off Blondy against him, to make them both jealous. "Won't you join us, Dad?" the sheriff was saying to Lew Perkins, and Vic Gregg smiled. He understood.
"Partner," he said, "in the old days, maybe your line of talk would do some good, but not now. You picked that fight with Blondy. You knew you was faster on the draw and Hansen didn't have a chance. He was the worst shot in Alder and everybody in Alder knew it. You picked that fight and you killed your man, and you're goin' to hang for it." Another hush; no murmur of assent or dissent.
He had come down tired out and nervous from work he had done for her sake, she remembered, and if he would only glance back once he must know that she was praying for it she would cry out and run down to him; but he went on, on, through the gate. A flash of her passion returned to her. "I shall go with Blondy if it kills me." And she flung herself into the nearest seat and wept.
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