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And thus the winter slipped away and blue-birds dipped again in the spring beyond the corral. And again alfalfa perfumed the alkaline dust that followed the birds into the Reserve; and then again, frost laid waste the struggling gardens of high altitudes; and for another winter Doug followed traps, varying the monotony by getting out pine-logs for his ranch house.
But Dinky-Dunk says Westerners don't ask to be permitted to call. They just stick their cayuse into the corral and walk in, the same as an Indian does. And Dinky-Dunk says that if he comes in evening dress he'll shoot him, sure pop! Thursday the Twenty-ninth Then we had coffee and the men smoked their pipes.
In fifteen minutes, at the head of three hundred mounted braves, Red Dog was riding straight for the agency, his escort gaining numbers with every rod. Red Dog afraid, indeed! Over the moonlit sweep of snow the watchers at the corral saw the coming throng, a moving mass, black and ominous as the storm-cloud.
Over the nearer fence he vaulted and disappeared into the smoke which vomitted from the mouth of the burning barn. "God A'mighty," groaned Haw-Haw Langley, "can he get the hoss out?" "It ain't possible," answered Mac Strann. "All hosses goes mad when they gets in a fire even when they sees a fire. Look at them fools over yonder in the corral."
At length he relaxed, and Stephen, still seated close beside him, heard him sink back into the sand. "I was getting away from from Oh, well, it don't don't make any difference." The fellow was silent. "I needed a a horse," he continued, finally. "My own the third since since my own had played out. I was near a ranch, and and it was night, and I I seen a corral with a horse standing in it a gray.
No sooner had he left the room than she sprang out of the bed, caught up a penknife, and noiselessly followed him; he did not suspect her presence close behind him as he went towards the corral. When they had gone thus a short distance from the house her alert ear caught a peculiar sound that sent icicles through her body.
Later, her cheeks a little flushed with the realization that she was surrendering to an emotion that she could not understand but which, she decided guiltily, her face crimson, had its inception in a conviction that she would regret seeing Harlan ride away, to return no more she went to the corral, roped her pony, threw saddle and bridle on it, mounted the animal, and rode away westward.
A Meadow Lark, his conscience comfortable after a generous breakfast of big and little worms carried to his mate hidden away under a thick clump of rabbit weed down by the creek, spread rigid wings and volplaned to the crooked post beside the corral gate, folded his feathers snug and tilted his head aslant.
Charlie drew a deep breath. It was a sigh of pent feeling. He averted his gaze, and it wandered over the old corral inside which the wagon with its hay-rack was still standing, though its position was changed slightly. His eyes rested upon it, and passed on to the hut, about which the birds were once more gathering. They paused for some silent moments in this direction.
But that room was empty and the one beyond it, the bar, had only one or two occupants, too far away to see what was going on. There was a doorway and a swinging screen of dirty canvas just beyond the loophole lately occupied by "the wife of my brother," a doorway that gave on the corral, and to each of these each silent "tough" had given a quick, furtive glance, but not a step was taken.
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