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Updated: June 20, 2025
They was called long-riders, I guess, partly because they was in the saddle all the time, and partly because they done their jobs so far apart. They'd ride into Eldara and blow up the safe in the bank one day, for instance, and five days later they'd be two hundred and fifty miles away stoppin' a train at Lewis Station.
The boards of the shutter stirred, opened, so that the man within could look out. "Is it Steve, honest?" "Damn it, Butler, don't you know my voice? What's turned Eldara into a cemetery?" "Cemetery's right. 'Butch' Conklin and his gang are going to raid the place to-night." "Butch Conklin?" And Nash whistled long and low.
"Wherever he's gone on the range he's raised hell. He's cut out for a killer, and Glendin in Eldara knows it." "I'll talk to Glendin. In the meantime you fellows keep your hands off Bard. In the first place because if you take the law into your own hands you'll have me against you understand?" Kilrain and Nash glowered at him a moment, and then backed through the door.
It was already filling, and the duties of her strenuous day began. They continued without interruption hour after hour, for the popularity of her restaurant had driven all competition out of Eldara, a result which filled the pocket-book and fattened the bank account of Sally Fortune, but loaded unnumbered burdens onto her strong shoulders.
He'd had a run-in with Butch Conklin, and Butch threatened to come back with all his gang and wipe Eldara off the map. He stuck around and while he was waitin' for Butch and his gang, he started flirtin' with Sally Fortune." The name seemed to stick in his throat and he had to bring it out with a grimace. "So now you want his blood, Nash?"
They saddled their horses and cut across the hills straight for Eldara. Kilrain spurred viciously, and the roan had hard work keeping up. "Hold in," called Nash after a time. "Save your hoss, Shorty. This ain't no short trail. D'you notice the hosses when we was in the barn?" "Nope." "Bard took Duffy's grey, and the grey can go like the devil.
"Next I tracked him to Flanders's saloon, where he'd showed up Sandy Ferguson the day before and licked him bad. I seen Ferguson. It was sure some lickin'." "Ferguson? The gun-fighter? The two-gun man?" "Him." "Ah-h-h!" drawled the big man. The colour was back in his face. He seemed to be enjoying the recountal hugely. "Then I hit Eldara and found all the lights out." "Because of Bard?" "H-m!
He gave me the wrong tip about the way to Eldara. When I get back to the old place " "Well?" The other smiled unpleasantly and made a gesture as if he were snapping a twig between his hands. "I'll break him in two." The eyes of Nash grew wide with astonishment; he was remembering that same phrase on the lips of the big, grey man, Drew. He murmured: "That may give you a little trouble.
The grey man considered thoughtfully. "Now and then you've told me of a girl at Eldara I think her name is Sally Fortune?" "Right. She begins where the rest of the calico leaves off." "H-m! that sounds familiar, somehow. Well, Steve, you've said that if you had a good start you think the girl would marry you." "I think she might." "She pretty fond of you?"
"Speakin' of tenderfoots, I heard of one over to Eldara the other night that raised considerable hell. You ain't him, are you?" He lifted the lantern again and fixed his keen eyes on Bard. "However," he went on, lowering the lantern with an apologetic laugh, "I'm standin' here askin' questions and chatterin' like a woman, and what you're thinkin' of is bed, eh? Come on with me."
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