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Updated: June 19, 2025


"You are anticipating trouble with Deveny?" she asked, a tremor in her voice. "There ain't any use of tryin' to hide it, ma'am. Mebbe your dad thought you'd be better off by him not mentionin' it to you. But I've got a different idea. Anyone man or woman knows a heap more about how to go about things if they're sort of able to anticipate trouble.

It was sheer rapidity, his hand moving so fast that the eye could not follow. And Deveny could get no pleasure from his discovery. Harlan had waited until Laskar's fingers were wrapped around the stock of his pistol before he had drawn his own, and therefore in the minds of those who had witnessed the shooting, Harlan had been justified. Sheriff Gage thought so, too.

How easy it would be for a big man like Deveny to force the door. One shove of his giant shoulder and the bolt would give. Stealthily, noiselessly, straining with every ounce of her strength, she managed to lift the cheap bureau and carry it to the door, placing it against the latter, barricading it. Not satisfied, she dragged the bed over against the bureau.

He really believed that Harlan had been overrated. He believed that because he wanted to believe it, and because his contempt for the man had bred that conviction in his heart. Also, he thought he knew why Harlan had come to the Star why he had joined the outlaw camp. And the night before, he had communicated that suspicion to Deveny.

That rage, though, had centered most heavily upon Deveny. He had hated Haydon, too from the first. In the beginning it had been a jealous hatred, aroused over the conviction that Barbara loved the man.

Deveny an' Strom Rogers, an' some more all of them, I reckon. I ought to have got out long ago. But it's too late now, I reckon. "That damned Deveny he's a wolf with women. Handsome as hell, with ways that take with most any woman that meets him. An' he's as smooth an' cold an' heartless as the devil himself. He ain't got no pity for nobody or nothin'. An' Strom Rogers runs him a close second.

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.

You'd like to see Harlan plug Deveny, eh; so's you'd have a chance with Barbara Morgan. I'd be a heap careful, if I was you, Rogers. Deveny knows you took a shine to Barbara Morgan. I seen him lookin' hostile at you when you was quizzin' him in Balleau's. He's next." "This is a free country," returned Rogers.

Deveny paused, the sentence unfinished, for the girl turned abruptly from him and walked to Harlan. "That was Laskar the man you killed just now?" "Laskar an' Dolver," relied Harlan. "There was three of them your father said. One got away in the night, leavin' Dolver an' Laskar to finish the job. I run plumb into them, crossin' here from Pardo.

They had reached the covert too late to see Barbara's pony; and when they remounted, after taking a look at Stroud, they caught a glimpse of a lone horseman racing up the valley in the direction taken by Deveny and his men.

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