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Responsible men, Governor, and have sat before. Drybone has few responsible men to-night, but I procured these at a little game where they were ah losing. You may go back, gentlemen," said he, going to the door. "I will summon you in proper time." He looked in the room again. "Is the husband not intending " "That's enough, Judge," said McLean. "There's too many here without adding him."
"Go home!" repeated the Governor of Wyoming, shaking his ancient friend's hand. "You in Drybone to-night, and claim you're reformed? "Yu' seem to be on hand yourself," said the cow-puncher, bracing to be jocular, if he could. "Me! I've gone fishing. Don't you read the papers? If we poor governors can't lock up the State House and take a whirl now and then "
He noticed how Shorty's yellow hair stuck through a hole in his hat, and how old and battered were Shorty's overalls. Shorty had been glad to take a little accidental pay for becoming the bearer of the letter which he had delivered to the Virginian. But even that sum was no longer in his possession. He had passed through Drybone on his way, and at Drybone there had been a game of poker.
This unique corpse had succeeded in dying with its boots off. But a succession of graves was not always needed to read the changing tale of the place, and how people died there; one grave would often be enough. The soldiers, of course, had kept treeless Drybone supplied with wood. But in these latter days wood was very scarce.
She was sitting quite still by the table where she had sat during the meal, nor did she speak or move when she saw him look in at the door. "Lusk has gone," said he. "I don't know what he expected you would do, or I would do. But we will catch him before he gets to Drybone." She looked at him with her dumb stare. "Gone?" she said. "Get up and ride," said McLean. "You are going to Drybone."
Yesterday, while he was spending a little comfortable money at the Drybone hog-ranch, a casual traveller from the north gossiped of Bear Creek, and the fences up there, and the farm crops, the Westfalls, and the young schoolmarm from Vermont, for whom the Taylors had built a cabin next door to theirs. The traveller had not seen her, but Mrs.
He nodded slightly, and stretched his legs out as he sat. "You look natural," said the woman, familiarly. "Seem to be fixed nice here," continued the man. "Hadn't heard of it. Well, we'll be going along. Glad to have seen you." "Your wheel wants greasing," said McLean, briefly, his eye upon the man. "Can't stop. I expect she'll last to Drybone. Good-evening."
"Drybone?" she echoed. Her voice was toneless and dull. He made no more explanations to her, but went quickly about the cabin. Soon he had set it in order, the dishes on their shelves, the table clean, the fire in the stove arranged; and all these movements she followed with a sort of blank mechanical patience.
Their speeding, clear-cut forms would shine upon the bluffs, and, descending, merge in the dust their horses had raised. Yet all this was nothing in the vastness of the growing day. Beyond their voices the rim of the sun moved above the violet hills, and Drybone, amid the quiet, long, new fields of radiance, stood august and strange.
In his doctor days Barker had set the boy McLean's leg; and before it was properly knit the boy had escaped from the hospital to revel loose in Drybone on such another night as this. Soon he had been carried back, with the fracture split open again. "It shows, does it?" said Lin. "Well, it don't usually. Not except when I'm when I'm " "Down?" suggested his Excellency. "Yes, Doc.
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