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Frank," to the sheriff, who had been an amused spectator up to this point, "come over here and soothe Scott. He's a right nervous cowman to-day. Dad, you take Jude home." Frank rode slowly over to take Scott's bridle. "Well," said Peter, "looks like our host wants to get rid of us. Come on, Charleton." "I'll get you later, Charleton!" shouted Scott. "But how about " began Nelson.
At dawn they had finished breakfast and were riding up into the rolling hills to the west. Brown hills against a pale blue morning sky, then a sudden flood of crimson against a high horizon line. Against this crimson, a row of grazing horses! "We'll separate now," said Charleton. "Do like we always do. Pick out one horse and ride him down. They will be awful soft after such a winter.
I got three horses penned up in a draw and I need your help. Hello, Fowler! What the devil are you doing out here?" "Come in and have a bite of grub, Falkner," exclaimed the preacher. "Don't care if I do!" Charleton threw a weary leg across the saddle and dismounted. Douglas, who had finished his meal, returned to the bunk and Charleton took his place.
"Some old wolf, her dad, I've heard," Peter went on. "He was," agreed the sheriff. "He ran the valley and he ran it right. Every Fourth of July he made a speech about making Lost Chief the Plymouth Rock of the West." Charleton Falkner roared. "I remember those speeches!" Peter was grinning.
He began to read aloud hurriedly and in snatches: "DEAR PHILANTHROPIC CROOK: Charleton Park Manor Markel's house is the second one from the gates on the right-hand side library leads off reception hall on left, door opposite staircase telephone in reception hall near vestibule entrance, left-hand side safe is one of your father's make, No. 14,321 clothes closet behind the desk probably will be kept in cash box five servants; two men, three maids quarters on top story Markel and wife occupy room over library French windows to dining room on opposite side of the house opening on the lawn get it TO-NIGHT, Jimmie TO-MORROW WOULD BE TOO LATE dispose of it see fit Henry Wilbur, Marshall Building, Broadway fifth story "
"Well, Grandma," asked Charleton as he helped the old lady into her saddle, "what did you think of the sermon?" "A pretty good sermon!" replied Grandma. "Made me feel like a girl again." "My gawd, Grandma," exclaimed Charleton, "do you mean to say that an old Indian fighter like you swallowed that stuff!" "I was believing that stuff before you were born, Charleton!
"Wait a minute!" drawled Charleton.. "It sure-gawd is your bull, Nelson. Scott ran it up to Mountain City, rebranded it there, and brought it back here in the spring." "Why, you traitor!" roared Scott. "You staged the whole play, and I'll bet you staged this with your traps." "I never let a debt go unpaid," chuckled Charleton. "Aw, come off, Scott!" cried John Spencer.
"Make it as quick as you can, Scott," called Charleton. Then to Douglas, "Get busy with the whiskey and coffee, Doug. He ought to be back by the time you've fixed up a snack." But Scott was long in returning. "Oughtn't he to be back?" asked Doug, when the bacon was ready. Charleton looked at his watch. "He's been gone over an hour. After you eat, you go see what kind of trouble he's in, Doug."
Charleton Falkner and some of his pals will be smarty, but the young fry will sure try to break up every meeting you have." "The modern youngster is pretty rough!" sighed the preacher. "Here in Lost Chief," agreed Grandma promptly, "they are the most rough-and-tumble, catch-as-catch-can batch of young coyotes that ever lived. They don't respect God, man, nor the devil. And why should they?
"A guy that don't rustle cattle when the rustling is good, is a fool." Scott Parsons. One hot afternoon in August Douglas had just unhitched the panting team from the plow in the new oat field when Charleton Falkner trotted up on Democrat. "How's the fall plowing, Doug?" "Just out of the woods, Charleton." "Your father says he can spare you for a day or two.
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