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Updated: May 31, 2025
Saul the invincible was taking the trail; Saul, who smashed his way to his desires in all things. She gave Frances a hurried word of encouragement as they passed outside the door. Chadron was talking earnestly to his men. "I'll give fifty dollars bonus to the man that brings him down," she heard him say as she drew near, "and a hundred to the first man to lay eyes on my daughter."
She wondered whether the major and Frances had quarreled; and if so, whether Nola Chadron had been the cause. They were off, with the colonel and a lately-assigned captain in the lead. There was a keener pleasure in this beef day than usual for the colonel, for he had new ground to sow with its wonders, which were beginning to pale in his old eyes which had seen so much of the world.
At that season Chadron and his neighbors could not draw very heavily on their scattered forces following the divided herds spread out over the vast territory for the winter grazing.
Chadron stood as if frozen in his boots, his face growing whiter than wounded, blood-drained Macdonald's on his cot of pain. Now the sound of the newcomer's voice rose in the hall, loud and stern. But harsh as it was, and unfriendly to that house, the sound of it made Frances' heart jump, and something big and warm rise in her and sweep over her; dimming her eyes with tears.
Frances sat leaning forward, looking into the fire. The light of the blaze was on her face, appealingly soft and girlishly sweet. Mrs. Chadron laid a hand on her hair in motherly caress, moved by a tenderness quite foreign to the vindictive creed which she had pronounced against the nesters but a little while before.
New developments must come of the arrival of Major King, perhaps her own removal to the post. Surely he could not sustain an excuse that she was dangerous to his military operations now. Doors opened, and heavy feet passed the hall. Presently all was a tangle of voices there, greetings and warm words of welcome, and the sound of Mrs. Chadron weeping on her husband's breast for joy at his return.
But you've got to keep your belly to the ground like a snake when you start anything on that feller, and you've got to make sure you've got him dead to rights. He's quick with a gun, and he's sure." "Five hundred?" suggested Mark, with a crafty sidelong look. "You've named it." "And something down for expenses; a feller's got to live, and livin's high." Chadron drew out his wallet.
"Si a tu ventana llega una paloma," sang Maggie in the kitchen, the snapping of the oven door coming in quite harmoniously as she closed it on the baking peppers. Mrs. Chadron sighed. "Tratala con cariña que es mi persona," sounded Maggie, a degree louder. Mrs. Chadron sat upright, with a new interest in life apart from her uneasy forebodings about the rustlers.
Two incidents stood out above all the haste, confusion, and pain which gave her sharp regret. One was that her father had parted from her to meet his life's heaviest disappointment with anger and unforgiving heart; the other that the shot which she had aimed at Saul Chadron had been cheated of its mark. There came a trampling of hoofs from the direction of the post, unmistakably cavalry.
"I didn't go to the post I saw some men in the road and turned back," Frances told them, sinking down wearily in a chair before the fire. "I'm glad you turned back, honey," Mrs. Chadron said, shaking her head sadly, "for I was no end worried about you.
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