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Updated: May 7, 2025
"What with the Ol' Man buyin' the Sunk Hole, an' figgerin' on marketin' in Injun Creek, an' crowdin' work down in the Rattlesnake, Brayley 'll be some busy if he don't take on another big bunch of punchers. Huh?"
"How in the world is Brayley like me?" "Aside from externals, from refinement, from polish, from all that sort of thing" he spoke swiftly "his nature is much like yours. There is the same frankness, the same sincerity, the same heartiness. There is the same sort of generosity, the same bigness of of soul." He broke off abruptly, surprised to find himself talking this way to her.
"Ages before I turned into a dollar-a-day laborer. Before I went to work for your father, Miss Crawford." "And that is nonsense. A man does a man's work, honorable work with his two hands, and makes his own money, much or little. The most independent men in the world, Mr. Conniston, are men like Brayley and Toothy and Rawhide Jones and the rest.
Brayley was going through the fringe of trees toward the house, evidently to speak with Mr. Crawford upon some range business. Conniston strolled slowly down toward the corrals, stopping and loitering when he had got there.
The other men whom Garton had sent, Brayley with them, he put to work to begin the restoration of the broken dam, that the thing which the hapless Hapgood had torn down might be ready against the time of need after the first of October. For he could find no place for more than a hundred men working between the Jaws and upon the banks above them. Night had come down upon the mountain-slopes.
For one moment Brayley seemed to hesitate. And then as the two men came together the barrel of the gun rose and fell swiftly, striking Conniston full upon the forehead. His arms dropped like lead; the dizzy blackness came back upon him, growing blacker, blacker; and he fell silently, unconsciously. It was very quiet in the bunk-house when he opened his eyes.
Brayley cried, hoarse with anger. "Shoot, you coward an' be d d to you!" For answer Conniston jerked his own gun from his belt, tossing it to lie with Brayley's two in the dust of the corral. "We're ruling guns out of this, Brayley," he said, quietly. "It's going to be just man to man." For a moment Brayley stood, open-mouthed, staring at him.
She laughed, a happy gurgle of a laugh which made a man want to laugh with her without knowing the cause of her merriment. "Lonesome Pete has brought me news, and Toothy, and even your friend Brayley! Do you know," mischief lurking in the depths of her eyes above the assumed gravity of her face, "I think that the boys are actually beginning to approve of you." "Flattering, I must say!"
Spud answered with a joyous oath that it certainly looked like it. "He's puttin' Brayley in on this en' an' takin' ol' Bat Truxton clean off'n it to throw him onto the Rattlesnake," Spud went on. "Bat 'll have nigh on a hundred men down there workin' overtime before the week's up, he says. I guess he'll have his paws full without tryin' to run the cow en', too."
"We got something else to do besides tinker with ol' fences," he said, roughly. "Pete, you got to git along alone to-day. I'll give you a man to-morrow if I can spare one. Conniston, you git your hoss an' go with Rawhide an' Toothy." Not stopping for an answer, Brayley lurched away toward the range-house.
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