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Updated: May 4, 2025
Sundown was rosy behind the distant mountains, a sea of purple shadows laved their nearer feet, when Banjo got out his fiddle at Mrs. Chadron's request and sang her "favorite" along with the moving tones of that instrument. Dau-ling I am growing-a o-o-eld, Seel-vo threads a-mong tho go-o-ld As he sang, Nola slipped from the room.
"I'm done, I tell you," he said querulously, as if raising the question crossed him. "Pay me for that many, and call it square." "Bring in Macdonald," Chadron demanded in firm tones. "I ain't a-goin' to touch him! If I keep on after that man he'll git me it's on the cards, I can see it in the dark." "Yes, you're lost your nerve, you old wildcat!" There was a taunt in Chadron's voice, a sneer.
Years ago, when Chadron's importance was beginning to feel itself strong upon its legs, and when Nola was a little thing with light curls blowing about her blue eyes, the house had grown up under the wand of riches in that barren place.
I hope it isn't mother I'll run down and see." The maid had let Chadron in by the time Nola opened the door of the room, and there she stood leaning and listening, her little head out in the hall, as if afraid to run to meet trouble. Chadron's big voice came up to them. "It's all right," Nola nodded to Frances, who stood at her elbow, "he wants to see the colonel."
"Your men up there need your leadership and advice. Take my horse and go; he can outrun them." He looked at her admiringly, but with a little reproving shake of the head. "There's neither mercy nor manhood in any man that rides in Saul Chadron's pay," he told her. "They'd overtake you on this old plug before you'd gone a mile.
The day of extremest pressure in their poor affairs was being hastened by the cattlemen, as Chadron's threat had foretold. Would they when the time came to fight do so, or harness their lean teams and drive on into the west? That was the big question upon which the success or the failure of his work depended.
I'm done with him; I won't never set a boot-heel inside of his door ag'in." Banjo was in Mrs. Chadron's south sitting-room, with its friendly fireplace and homely things, including Mrs. Chadron and her apparently interminable sock.
"Chadron he'll ride a streak to git his men together and try to take me away from you I could see it in his eye when he went out of that door." Macdonald knew that Thorn had read Chadron's intentions right. He nodded, to let him know that he understood the cattleman's motives.
Those ruffians didn't run because they heard you coming, but because he faced them out here in the open, single-handed and alone, and drove them to their horses, Major King!" The troopers were looking Macdonald over with favor. They had seen the evidence of his stand against Chadron's men.
"That's a matter for your civil authorities, sir; I have nothing to do with it at all." "You ain't got nothing ?" Chadron's amazement seemed to overcome him. He stopped, his eyes big, his mouth open; he turned his head from side to side in dumbfounded way, as if to find another to bear witness to this incredible thing.
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