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Updated: May 4, 2025
Perhaps it was not all for Major King; perhaps not all assumed. "Let's not quarrel, Frances." "Not now, I'm too tired for a real good one. Leave it for tomorrow." He rode on in silence, not sure, maybe, how much of it she meant. Covertly she looked at him now and then, thinking better of him for his ingenuous confession of failure to warm himself at little Nola Chadron's heart-flame.
"I'll remember it," Banjo told her, shaking his head in unbending determination, "and I couldn't be easy here like I was in the past. If I was to try to swaller a bite of Saul Chadron's grub after this it'd stick in my throat and choke me. No, I'm a-goin', mom, but I'm carryin' away kind thoughts of you in my breast, never to be forgot."
Macdonald spoke with cutting severity. Chadron's dark face reddened under his steady eyes, and again the big rowels of his spurs slashed his horse's sides, making it bound and trample in threatening charge. "I don't know anything about your damn low business, but I'll tell you this much; if I ever run onto you ag'in down this way I'll do a little huntin' on my own accord."
Frances got up, shivering a little at the unfriendly look of the morning. She thought she heard a cautious foot stealing away from the window, and turned from it with contemptuous recollection of Chadron's threat to set spies over her. Frances left the house with no caution to conceal her movements, and went to the barn. Alvino was hobbling about among the horses with his lantern.
He shut his mouth hard on the words which sprang into it, and held himself in silence until he had command of his anger. "I'm hunting," said he, meeting Chadron's eye with meaning look. "On foot, and waitin' for dark!" the cattleman sneered. "I'm going on foot because the game I'm after sticks close to the ground. There's no need of naming that game to you you know what it is."
That rustler captain he's a deep one, Miss Frances, and he was only throwin' dust in your eyes. But I'm glad you told me." "But they said the man he called Lassiter said that Macdonald would find Nola, and bring her home," she persisted, unwilling yet to accept Chadron's word against that old man's, remembering the paper with the list of names.
It'll be early in the mornin', and the sun bright " The door leading to the dining-room opened, and Thorn left his description of that great and final day in his career hanging like a broken bridge. He turned to see who it was, squinting his old eyes up sharply, and in watching the stranger he failed to see the whiteness that came over Chadron's face like a rushing cloud. "Grab your gun!"
The one little comfort that he was to get out of the expedition was that of seeing his raiders taken out of Macdonald's hands and marched off to be set free. Macdonald felt that he understood the change in King. The major had come there full of the intention of doing Chadron's will; he had not a doubt of that.
Put down your hat and things, now, and run along off to bed like a good little girl." She turned from him with a disdainful toss of the head, and walked across to the window where Mrs. Chadron's great chair stood beside her table. "Do you want it known that I was forced to leave your house by the window?" she asked, her hand on the sash.
A loud and impatient summons sounded on the front door, drowning Chadron's words. He turned, with an oath, demanding to know who it was. Frances, still covering him with her steady hand, heard hurrying feet, the door open, and Mrs. Chadron exclaiming and calling for Saul. The man at the door had entered, and was jangling his spurs through the hall in hasty stride.
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