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Updated: June 20, 2025
They traveled fast, and when they reached the rimming hills they veered eastward upon a broad sand plain. There was a grin on Deveny's face now a grin which expressed craft, duplicity, and bestial desire. And as he rode at the head of his men he drew mental pictures that broadened his grin and brought into his eyes an abysmal gleam.
Some of them merely stepped into near-by doorways, others sauntered slowly down the street and halted at a little distance to look back. But no man made a hostile move, for they had seen the tragedy in which Laskar had figured, and they had no desire to provoke Harlan to express again the cold wrath that slumbered in his eyes. Meeder Lawson was the first of Deveny's intimates to leave the group.
And when she saw that the object was a man, her thoughts flew to the shot she had heard, and to Deveny's words: "Make sure of it." It was Linton, she saw, as she halted the horse near the object she had seen. He was lying on his right side, resting his weight on an elbow, as though trying to rise. In an instant she was out of the saddle and at his side, raising his head.
It was because Harlan knew he had been with Dolver when Davey Langan had been killed. Latimer thought he had seen a slight relief in Deveny's eyes when he had told the latter that, but he could not be sure, and it was not important. The important thing was that he must kill Harlan and he meant to do it.
There were a dozen men with Deveny she had seen them, counted them when they had been racing down the shelving trail on the other side of the valley. And she knew they were following Deveny, for she could hear the thudding of hoofs behind. Deveny's big arms were around her; she could feel the rippling of his muscles as he swayed from side to side, balancing himself in the saddle.
Well, there was no witnesses to Morgan's cashing in, and one man's word is as good as another's in this country." "Meanin'?" questioned Rogers, noting the light in Deveny's eyes. "Meaning that Laskar is going right now to whisper into Sheriff Gage's ear that he saw our friend, 'Drag' Harlan, killing old Morgan." Rogers got to his feet, grinning.
They gained very little on the other men, though, for Deveny and his men were just then racing Barbara to the point where the trails converged, having seen her. But during Deveny's halt at the covert, where he had shot Stroud, Colver's men gained, and they were not more than two or three miles from the covert when Deveny's men left it.
Their voices silent, their horses falling quickly into the pace set by the big black, Rogers and the other men followed. The other half of Rogers' men, headed by Colver, were several miles behind Deveny's horsemen when they reached the South Trail.
"There's a gang of outlaws operatin' in the Lamo country. Luke Deveny is the chief. It's generally known that Deveny's the boss, but he keeps his tracks pretty well covered, an' Sheriff Gage ain't been able to get anything on him. Likely Gage is scared of him, anyway. "Anyway, Gage don't do nothin'. Deveny's a bad man with a gun; there ain't his equal in the Territory.
There was about Harlan as this moment a threat that brought awe into the hearts of Deveny's men a cold, savage alertness that told them, unmistakably, that the man's rage was at a pitch where the slightest movement by any of them would precipitate that action for which, plainly, Harlan longed. "So you got Barbara Morgan?" he said as he stood close to Deveny.
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