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She had a dislike of meeting strangers and a horror of being followed; the sound of footsteps on the path behind us would drive her near crazy." I think 'twas this frequent pretence of theirs to be searching for wild flowers which brought the suspicion of witchcraft upon them among the population of Givens. The story of the woman's youth was remembered against her, if obscurely.
Givens, feeling aggrieved, and suspicious of fouls, shook his fist at the lion, and shouted: "I'll rastle you again for twenty " and then he got back to himself. Josefa was standing in her tracks, quietly reloading her silver-mounted .38. It had not been a difficult shot. The lion's head made an easier mark than a tomato-can swinging at the end of a string.
Josefa's conscience drove her to make further amends. She held out her hand penitently. There was a bright, unshed drop in each of her eyes. "Please forgive me, Mr. Givens, won't you? I'm only a girl, you know, and I was frightened at first. I'm very, very sorry I shot Bill. You don't know how ashamed I feel. I wouldn't have done it for anything." Givens took the proffered hand.
Ten yards away, to her right, half concealed by a clump of sacuista, Givens saw the crouching form of the Mexican lion. His amber eyeballs glared hungrily; six feet from them was the tip of the tail stretched straight, like a pointer's. His hind-quarters rocked with the motion of the cat tribe preliminary to leaping. Givens did what he could.
Because Link had permitted a certain light to glow in his eyes Lawler had knocked him down. If the four of them were to remain in the cabin for any length of time, there would be periods when he must sleep. And then Link Lawler's thoughts broke off here, for he heard a sound at the door Givens' voice, saying hoarsely: "For God's sake, Boss, let us in! We're freezin' to death!"
To the Espinosa ranch it was twelve. Givens was tired. He decided to pass the night at the Crossing. There was a fine water hole in the river-bed. The banks were thickly covered with great trees, undergrown with brush. Back from the water hole fifty yards was a stretch of curly mesquite grass supper for his horse and bed for himself.
Her color receded and she met his gaze unflinchingly, resolutely. "Yes. I overheard Gary Warden telling two of the Two Diamond men Link and Givens to cut it. Warden wanted to destroy all your cattle. It seems he has had men watching them and your men. And he learned the herd was on the level near here. He told the men to wait until a storm threatened.
Nor, although I twice visited Givens during her service there, did I ever see her at the manse, but twice only before she returned to us with the tale I am to set down the first time at the burying of her mother here in Wyliebank, and the second at Givens, when I was called thither to inter her master who died very suddenly by the bursting of a blood-vessel in the brain.
"But things has a way of comin' out, an' I reckon we'll get Kane out of this before long." Outside, on their horses, Moreton rode close to Lawler. "Kane, I reckon it's a damn lie about you killin' Link an' Givens the way that Wharton woman says you did in that damned paper just malicious, without them deservin' it?" "Moreton, I told you my side of the story a couple of months ago.
"Better let him take Blue Wing," said Mr. Givens, addressing Bill Tilghman, who by virtue of priority of service and a natural affinity for draft stock was stable boss for the firm. It was Bill Tilghman who once had delivered himself of the sage remark that "A mule an' a nigger is 'zackly alike 'specially de mule." "Can't tek Blue Wing, Mist' Givens," answered Bill.
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