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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Where did you get that?" he asked, a sharp note of concern in his voice that made her start. She told him. He took it from her and turned to his comrades. "It's Mark Thorn's cap!" he said, holding it up, his fingers in the crown. Tom Lassiter nodded his slow head as the others leaned to look. "Saul Chadron's chickens has come home to roost," he said.
Thorn cleaned the platter in front of him, and looked round hungrily, like a cat that has half-satisfied its stomach on a stolen bird. He said nothing, only he reached his foul hand across the table and took up the dish containing the remnant of Chadron's breakfast.
That power was incontestable in the Northwest in its day; there was no higher law. This Alan Macdonald was an unaccountable man, a man of education, it was said, which made him doubly dangerous in Saul Chadron's eyes.
I'll leave here before another hour passes by, and I'll never set a boot-heel inside of your door ag'in as long as you live!" "Oh hell!" said Chadron, spurring forward into the road. Chadron's men rode away after him, except five whom he detailed to stay behind and guard the ranch.
"This is Chadron," Macdonald said, a little flash of humor in his eyes over Chadron's hearing the truth about himself from an unexpected source. "Well, I'm glad I've run into you, Chadron; I've got a little list of questions to ask you," the correspondent told him, far from being either impressed or cowed. "Neel is my name, of the Chicago Tribune, I've "
"I'm going to saddle my horse and go to the post right now, and the facts of your bloody business will be in Washington before morning." "You're not goin' to the post!" Chadron's words were slow and hard. He stood with his back to the door. "This house was opened to you as a friend, not as a traitor and a spy.
A moment Chadron's arm hung stiffly in that half-finished movement, while his eyes gave defiance. He had not bent before any man in many a year of growing power. But there was no other way; it was either bend or break, and the break would be beyond repair.
Them rustlers they're comin' down from their settlement and gatherin' up by Macdonald's place, the men told Banjo, and no tellin' what they might 'a' done if they'd seen you." Mrs. Chadron's face was not red with the glow of peppers and much food this morning. One night of anxiety had racked her, and left hollows under her eyes and a flat grayness in her cheeks. Banjo had brought no other news.
Was it because he feared that she would communicate with her father from the post, and discover to him the treacherous compact between Chadron and King, or merely to take a mean revenge upon her by humiliating her in Nola Chadron's eyes?
"I'm not through with you yet, you old cuss!" said Chadron. "I never started out to git a man but what I got him, and I'll git you. I'll " Chadron's voice caught in his throat. He stood there looking toward the outside door, drawing his breath like a man suffocating.
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