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Updated: June 18, 2025
Donna Corblay was at the eating-house when the first down stage from Keeler came into San Pasqual with the news of the hold-up at Garlock the day before. The town was abuzz with excitement for an hour, when the news became stale.
Once more she was left to battle alone with the world, and the days would be long until Bob McGraw came back. Three hours after leaving Donna Corblay at the Hat Ranch, Bob McGraw alighted from the train at Bakersfield and went at once to a hotel.
Pennycook received due and courteous thanks from the nurse personally, and also on behalf of Miss Corblay and the patient. To her apparently irrelevant and impersonal queries, regarding the identity of the wounded man, his personal and family history, Mrs.
"And he couldn't have arrived in Goldfield with a burro train in less than six weeks. You say this man uses double negatives. There's a clew. Who, among your acquaintances, Miss Corblay, uses double negatives?" "Every soul with the exception of Mr. McGraw" replied Donna. "Following a clew like that in San Pasqual would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Pennycook received equally irrelevant and impersonal replies, and when she suggested at length that she "would dearly love to see him for a moment only a moment, mind you to thank him for what he had done for that dear sweet girl, Donna Corblay," the nurse found instant defense from the invasions by reminding Mrs.
I'm Donna Corblay of the Hat Ranch, and I'll give you your choice of a hundred hats if you'll only get well." "Are you the girl that kissed me?" Donna's voice was very low, her face was very close to his as she answered him. His lean brown hand stole confidingly into hers for a long time he was silent, content to lie there and know that she was near him.
He might buy his Sunday hat in Bakersfield or Los Angeles and still retain caste, but his every-day hat never! Such a proceeding would have been construed by Donna's admirers as a direct attack on home industry. In fact, one made money by purchasing his hats of Donna Corblay.
There was a dead-line for hats beyond which no gentleman would venture, for, after a hat had once blown beyond the town limits it was no longer a maverick and subject to branding, but on the other hand was the absolute, undeniable and legal property of Donna Corblay. So much for the hats. As for the ranch itself, it wasn't, properly speaking, a ranch at all.
In the light that streamed through the open door he saw her face, framed in a tangle of black wind-blown wisps of hair; so he reined in Friar Tuck and stared, for he well! Most people looked twice at Donna Corblay, and the red-headed man was young. So he sat his horse in the dribbling moonlight and watched her seize the handles of the lever and glide silently off into the night.
Having examined the records personally, Mrs. Pennycook felt safe in assuming responsibility for the statement that Donna Corblay was not married, despite her claims to the contrary. "Then," murmured Miss Pickett sadly, "she is not an honest woman!" "Decidedly not." "I expected this for years" Miss Pickett continued, and wiped away a furtive tear. "Poor girl. After all, we shouldn't be surprised.
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