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Updated: June 19, 2025
Seems to me that if it wasn't for Haydon, Deveny, or Lawson, or Rogers, or some of them scum would have run off with Barbara long ago. "You see how she shapes up?" he queried as he watched Harlan's face. "Looks bad for Barbara," said Harlan slowly. Morgan writhed and was silent for a time.
"I was thinkin' of you; an' I wasn't thinkin' mean things about you. I was thinkin' of Deveny an' of what your dad told me over there by Sentinel Rock. "Your dad told me that you was in danger that Deveny an' Strom Rogers an' some more of them had their eyes turned on you. Your dad made me promise that I'd come here an' look out for you an' I mean to do it.
She forgot Harlan, Deveny, and the others, and ran to Sheriff Gage. Gage, a tall, slender man of forty, was pale and uncomfortable as he looked down at the girl's white, upturned face. He shrank from the frenzied appeal of her eyes, and he endured the pain of her tightly gripping fingers on the flesh of his arms without flinching. "Did is father dead!" She waited, frantically shaking Gage.
She don't get away until tomorrow. Then she goes with me to the end of Sunset Trail. I've sent Shorty Mallo to Willow's Wells for the parson." "Barbara know what's up?" Rogers' voice was low and throaty. Again Deveny glanced at him sharply. "Hell, no!" he snapped. "It's none of her damned business nor anybody's!" He grinned maliciously when he saw Rogers' face whiten.
"Then," said Deveny, "according to what you say, Harlan will come here as soon as Morgan dies. And when you left there Morgan was in a bad way. Harlan is due most any time, then." "That's the way I figger," agreed Laskar. And now Laskar fidgeted. "I aim to be hittin' the breeze now before Harlan hits town. This climate is gettin' unhealthy for me. Harlan give me notice." "To leave town?"
Harlan was aware that his only hope of protecting Barbara Morgan from Haydon and Deveny was in an offensive war. He could not expect to wage such a war by remaining idly at the Rancho Seco, to await the inevitable aggressions of the outlaws, for he did not know when they would strike, nor how. It was certain they would strike, and it was as certain they would strike when he least expected them to.
It seemed they must see her. Not a man moved as she climbed upon the back of the horse; it seemed to her as she urged the animal gently and slowly away from the men that they heard nothing and saw nothing but Harlan and Deveny, and that Harlan and Deveny saw nothing but each other.
Many times during the days before the coming of Deveny and Haydon to the valley she had ridden there; it had been a place in which reigned a mighty silence which she had loved, which had thrilled her. During those other days she was in the habit of riding to a point several miles up the valley between the little basin where the Star was now and the Rancho Seco.
Morgan rode a bay an' the Chief run it off after he shot Morgan. But Morgan didn't die right away, an' the Chief he had to slope, he said an' he did leavin' me an' Dolver to finish old Morgan. "We was tryin' our damnedest when this guy on the black horse pops up out of nowhere an' salivates Dolver." "Who was it?" This was Deveny.
Deveny had lowered his hands they were hanging at his sides, the right hand having the palm toward Harlan, giving eloquent testimony of its owner's peaceable intentions. Rogers' glance included the out-turned palm, and his lips curved in a faint smile.
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