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But Lola's beautiful black eyes blazed across at him with a light that none had ever seen before in their inscrutable depths. Then the hour struck, and all Corvan, it seemed to Cleve, strung out toward the Court House. This was to be in open court a spectacle. From somewhere in the adobe outskirts of the town came Ellen's serving women, most of them, whom Cleve had sent in early in the day.
Down in the Valley itself there could be seen the lights of Corvan which never went out from dusk to dawn. Far to the north a black blot might have been visible with a fuller moon Courtrey's herds bedded on the range, the only stock in the Valley so privileged.
Cattle by the thousand head ran on its level ranges, riders jogged along its trail-less expanses, their broad hats pulled over their eyes, their six-guns at their hips. Corvan, its one town, ran its nightly games, lined its familiar streets with swinging-doored saloons.
She dried them quickly, however, and set another notch to her score with Courtrey. It was then that the waiting game ceased abruptly. Tharon, riding on El Rey, went in to Corvan. She tied the horse at the Court House steps and went boldly in to the sheriff's office. Behind her were Billy, like her shadow, and the sane and quiet Conford. Steptoe Service, fat and important, was busy at his desk.
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