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Updated: June 11, 2025
Jim Courtot was hurrying up the slope. They saw him stop dead in his tracks. He, too, seemed turned to stone by the sound. It came again, the terrible howling of a dog, nearer as though the creature sped across the hills on the wings of the quickening morning wind. Sanchia stopped and began to draw back. Longstreet came on unconcernedly. A third time, and again nearer, came the strange baying.
Longstreet did not recall the exact terms employed, but their purport was that Courtot was a crook and a a man-killer. Courtot had whipped out a revolver, Howard had hurled himself upon him and had knocked him down. He was still unconscious when they left. 'And chairs? Where were you? In whose house? For this didn't happen at the hotel and there was no table in the store.
In the silence which followed he could see that she was seeking to read his face and that she was very, very thoughtful. 'Tell me something, she said abruptly. 'If one of them were Jim Courtot would you want him to die? At the mention of Courtot's name she made out a quick hardening of his mouth; she even saw, or fancied, an angry gathering of his brows.
I no longer want to meet Jim Courtot. I would be content to let him pass by me and go on his own way now. But if he does come this way, if at last we must meet Well, my dear, he sought to make his smile utterly reassuring, 'I have met Jim Courtot before.
I rampsed right in and found somebody waiting for you. Know who? 'Carr? suggested Howard. 'No, it wasn't. It was Jim Courtot. There wasn't anybody at the house but old Angela and the Mex kid, and they let him in. He was setting there waiting, and when I went in the door he come up standing and he had his gun in his hand and it was cocked. And, Al, he looked mean.
'John thinks he's a great little josher, Miss Helen, he said lightly. 'No doubt you'll meet Mrs. Murray at lunch; you just watch the way she looks at John Carr! there's the professor waiting for us. John, I'll lay you a bet of another hat! 'Well? asked Carr. 'I'll bet you Jim Courtot has turned up again.
'About what? 'About Mr. Howard's trouble with another man. Then Longstreet told her what he must. How, while he was with Barbee, a man named Jim Courtot had joined them. How Howard had happened along, looking for him, and had said that Jim Courtot was no gentleman. Ahem! he had said it very emphatically, very.
'Go to it, Barbee flashed out. 'And if you ain't man enough to get Jim Courtot pretty damn soon, I am! 'Keep your shirt on, kid, Howard told him coolly. 'And keep your hands off. And for God's sake, stop letting that woman make a fool of you. Barbee cursed in his throat and with burning eyes watched the swing doors snap after the departing cattleman.
Though he had never crossed these weary, empty miles, and though there were no towns and few water-holes within their blistered scope, Howard judged that he could save close to fifty miles of the return trip. So he slipped his foot into the stirrup and swung out toward Quigley, hopeful of finding Courtot and confident of a short cut home. The Desert Supreme
"Didn't Mama ever tell you about that?" "No, she never mentions it." "Well, that was awful, too for poor Mama. About four years after the divorce, one night when we were all at home it was just after Mama and I came back from Europe, and the year before Hendrick and I were married suddenly there was a rush in the hall, and in came Theodore's wife Louison Courtot!
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