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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Up!" called the old man sternly, levelling one pistol, and the laugh stopped, the man's face paled, and his hands flew high. "Git their guns fer a minute, Jasie, an' put em' up hyeh on the mantel. A hundred thousand dollars is a LEETLE too much." The kitchen door opened and again the old woman peered through her spectacles within. "I knowed you wouldn't do it, pap," she said.
"Oh, Jasie, I'm so glad," she said, but he only stared and turned roughly on toward the jug in the corner. Before day next morning the children in the big houses were making the walls ring with laughter and shouts of joy.
"Why, Mavis I thought you Gray Mavis, will you, will you?" "Poor Jasie," she said, and almost as a mother to a child who had long suffered she gently put both arms around his neck, and, as his arms crushed her to him, lifted her mouth to meet his. Two hours it took Jason to go to town and back, galloping all the way.
Jason turned horrified, but she was calm and steady now. "Hit was fitten fer you to be the one. Babe never killed yo' daddy, Jasie hit was Steve." Gray Pendleton, hearing from a house-servant of the death of Steve Hawn, hurried over to offer his help and sympathy, and Martha Hawn, too quick for Jason's protest, let loose the fact that the responsibility for that death lay between the two.
The twin spirals of smoke were visible now, and where the path forked the boy stopped and turned, jerking his thumb toward her cabin and his. "Ef anything happens" he paused, and the girl nodded her understanding "you an' me air goin' to stay hyeh in the mountains an' git married." "Yes, Jasie," she said.
An' if you don't tell me " he shook his head slowly, and the mother looked at her boy as though she were dazed by some spell. "I'll tell ye, Jasie," she said. Down the river road loped Arch Hawn the next morning, his square chin low with thought, his shrewd eyes almost closed, and his straight lips closed hard on the cane stem of an unlighted pipe.
And then suddenly the woman became the brave. "Yes, Jasie," she said, meeting his eyes unflinchingly now and with a throb of desire to end his doubt and suffering quickly: "And I remember what we both DID once." She looked down toward the old circuit rider's house at the forks of the road, and Jason's hand and lip trembled and his face was transfigured with unbelievable happiness.
A human shape lay hidden under a brilliantly colored quilt on his mother's bed, and the rigidity of death had moulded its every outline. "I reckon you've done it at last, Jasie," said a dead, mechanical voice behind him. "Good God, mammy it must have been Gray or me." "One of you, shore. He said he saw you shoot at the same time, and only one of you hit him. I hope hit was you."
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