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The manoeuvre had, however, the effect of unhorsing Drazk. He fell in the water, but kept his grip on Zen. With his free hand he still had the reins of his own horse, and he managed also to get hold of hers. Although her horse was plunging and jumping, Drazk's strong grip on his rein kept him from breaking away. "You fight well, Zen, damn you you fight well," he cried. "So you might.
Even as he looked she leaned her elbows on the fence and rested one of her feet on the lower rail. Drazk fancied he saw the muscles about her mouth pulling her face into little, laughing curves, but she was gazing soberly into the distance. "He's some horse, that Pete-horse," he said, taking up the subject which lay most ready to his tongue. "He's sure some horse." "I have no doubt."
"Yes, I had to kill him," she repeated. "You see, he he proposed to me without being introduced!" It was some seconds before Drazk felt the blow. It came to him gradually, like returning consciousness to a man who has been stunned. Then anger swept him. "You're playin' with me," he cried. "You're makin' a fool of me!" "Oh, George dear, how could I?" she protested.
I been thinkin' about that a lot lately.... What do YOU think about it?" Drazk had gone white. He felt that he actually had proposed to her. "Might be a good idea," she replied, demurely. He changed feet again. He had gone too far to stop. He must strike the iron when it was hot. Of course he had no desire to stop, but it was all so wonderful. He could speak to her now in a whisper.
Drazk thought he was doin' a great piece of business when he fired the Landson hay, but when the wind turned an' burned up the whole valley Drazk sees where he can't play no hero part around here so he loses himself for good. I gathered from Transley that Drazk had been botherin' you a little, Zen, which is why I told you." The girl's heart was pounding violently at this explanation.
"Danged if I ain't left that Pete-horse's blanket down at the Y.D.," he exclaimed. "Oh, well, you can easily ride back for it and catch up on us this afternoon," said Linder, who was not in the least deceived. "Thanks, Lin," said Drazk. "I'll beat it down an' catch up on you this afternoon, sure," and he was off down the trail as fast as "that Pete-horse" could carry him.
And then, last night you said he was still alive, and my soul seemed to rise up again and say, 'I am free!" "Who?" "Drazk." "Yes. I thought I had killed him that day of the fire. It is rather an unpleasant story, and you will excuse me repeating the details, I know. He attacked me we were both on horseback, in the river I suppose he was crazed with his wild deed, and less responsible than usual.
You'll have to excuse me a bit these days, Lin; you know how it is when a fellow's in love." "Huh!" said Linder. George dropped behind, and an amused smile played on the foreman's face. He had known Drazk too long to be much surprised at anything he might do. It was Drazk's idea of gallantry to make love to every girl on sight.
If one were looking for a husband, Linder had much to recommend him. He was probably less capable than Transley, but he would be easier to manage.... But who was looking for a husband? Not Zen. No, no, certainly not Zen. Then there was George Drazk, whose devotions fluctuated between "that Pete-horse" and the latest female to cross his orbit. At the thought of George Drazk Zen laughed outright.
For a moment she had an impulse to wheel and ride out, but even as she smothered that impulse a tinge of color rose in her cheeks that she should for a moment have entertained it. To let George Drazk think she was afraid of him would be utmost humiliation. She continued straight down the stream, but he had already seen her and was headed her way.
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