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Alone, Calumet rolled the cigarette he had promised himself, lit it, and then, in the flood of moonlight, walked slowly around the bunkhouse, estimating the material and work that would be necessary to repair it. Then, puffing at his cigarette, he made a round of the corral fence. It was a long trip, and he stopped twice to roll new cigarettes before he circled it. Then he examined the stable.
He shouldered the saddle with a single movement, walked with it to the lean-to, threw it upon its accustomed peg, hung the bridle from the pommel, and then turned and for a brief time listened to the talk and laughter that issued from the open door and windows of the bunkhouse. With a sweep of his hands he drew his two guns from their holsters, rolled the cylinders and examined them minutely.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked. "How could I," he asked, "with a new day dawnin' for me?" When in the bunkhouse the next morning Sanderson informed Barney Owen of what had occurred during the night, the latter looked fixedly at Sanderson. "So she didn't take it hard," he said. "Was you expectin' her to?
He could dimly see the pasture the horses huddled in a corner under the shelter that had been erected for them; he could see the tops of the trees in the cottonwood grove bending, twisting, leaning from the wind; the bunkhouse door was open, a stream of light illuminating a space in which stood several of the cowboys.
Howsomever, if you have been, why, there's no sense of me wastin' time gassin' to you. They ain't nothin' will cure that complaint but petticoats an' smiles the which is mighty dangerous an' uncertain. I knowed a man once " Harlan got up and walked to the bunkhouse. And Linton, grinning, called loudly after him, pretending astonishment. "Why, he's gone. Disappeared complete.
"Was dead asleep in the bunkhouse same as me. What 'ud you have? They ain't sheep dogs." Dug took no umbrage. "And they're out on the trail right now?" "Sure. Same as we should be, 'stead o' wastin' hot air around here. Say, I guess you're feelin' sore. But I don't guess your feelin's is a circumstance to mine, boss. You ain't bin beat to your face by this lousy gang. I have.
He had. There was still an hour of daylight, although the winter evening was closing in rapidly. Jerry had left by the back door of the lodge and had gone straight across the yard, through the unbroken snow, to the bunkhouse used by the male help. There he had stopped for his rifle and shotgun, and ammunition.
That Scissor-bill from back East in Ioway that died of heart failure jest slipped and slid off his chair, slow and easy like a sack of bran he didn't show in his eyes any visions of future glory when he stretched on the floor behind the stove in the bunkhouse and closed 'em for good.
It behooved him to be on the watch during the time of trial and triumph and at breakfast he had observed Red Perris looking at the girl a dozen times with an anticipatory smile which changed straightway to glumness when her glance passed him carelessly by. And now Hervey communicated his opinions to the others on the way to the bunkhouse to get their things for the day's riding.
"I don't know," he said, as if in answer to a silent questioning. Then he told Shoop to look for tracks. "The rain's fixed the tracks," said Shoop, turning in the doorway. "But it ain't drowned out my guess on this proposition." "Well, keep guessing, Bud, till I talk to Sundown." And Corliss walked slowly to the bunkhouse. He sat on the edge of the bunk and laid his hand on Sundown's sleeve.
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