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Meeder Lawson's face was sullen and full of impotent rage, and he watched Deveny with a gaze of bitter accusation when he saw that the big man intended to obey Harlan's order. Barbara's pursuer, having felt Deveny's angry gaze upon him, and being uncomfortably conscious that Harlan had not forgotten him, was red of face and self-conscious.
And since Harlan knew him to be the murderer of Morgan it would be absurd for Haydon to pretend that he had no connection with Deveny's band. He could not fool this man. Yet a jealous hatred of Harlan was thinly concealed by the steady smile with which he regarded his visitor.
Deveny had heard from a Star man the story of Harlan's coming to the Star and when a day or so later Haydon rode into the Cache, Deveny was in a state of furious resentment. There had been harsh words between Haydon and Deveny; the men of the Cache had no difficulty in comprehending that Deveny's rage was bitter.
His pistol dropped from his weakening fingers, he toppled sidewise and tumbled limply into the dust. Shortly afterward, seemingly while he was in a state of coma, he heard hoofbeats, rapidly growing distant. He knew they were Deveny's men and he yielded to a vague wonder as to why they had not made sure of their work.
Thinks he can match your gunplay itchin' for trouble bound to have it out with you. We was at the Cache last night, an' I heard him an' Deveny yappin' about it. Deveny's back of him he's sore about the way you handed it to him in Lamo. Keep your eyes peeled; they're pullin' it off pretty soon. Latimer's doin' the shootin' he's tryin' to work himself up to it. Be careful." "I'm thankin' you."
As she staggered to her feet she recognized the men who had been with Deveny. They were on their horses all facing away from her. Facing Deveny's men were all the T Down boys she recognized them instantly. Pistols glittered in their hands; they seemed to be in the grip of some strong passion, which wreathed their faces into grim, bitter lines. Near the T Down men flanking them were other men.
He had seen in Deveny's eyes there in Lamo a flame when Deveny looked at Barbara that told him more about the man's passions than Deveny himself suspected.
The gleam in his eyes indicated that he felt some relief over the prospect presented by Deveny's suggestion. "Of course we ain't sure Harlan means to make trouble here," he told Deveny; "but it's just as well to shove him off onto the sheriff." The four men walked to the front door of the First Chance, after pausing for a few minutes at the bar.
They met Deveny's fairly, with a steady, direct, boring intensity; a light in them that resembled the yellow flame that Deveny had once seen in the eyes of a Mexican jaguar some year before at a camp on the Neuces. Deveny knew what the light in Harlan's eyes meant.
But Deveny's two last bullets went wild, tearing up the grass of the level as the gun loosened in his hand. For Rogers' rifle was spitting fire and smoke with venomous rapidity, and Deveny was sinking, his knees doubling under him, his body shuddering with the impact of each bullet. Red Linton had recovered there was no doubt of that. For Linton, though a trifle pale, was vigorous.
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