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Updated: June 10, 2025
I knowed it.... I could hev killed him.... But I was after Lee Jorth an' his brothers...." Blue's voice failed there. "Wal!" ejaculated Blaisdell. "Shore was funny Jorth's face when I said King Fisher," whispered Blue. "Funnier when I bored him through.... But it was Queen " His whisper died away. "Blue!" called Blaisdell, sharply.
"We're goin' to ride off on Jorth's trail an' one way or another kill him KILL HIM! ... I reckon that'll end the fight." What did old Isbel have in his mind? His listeners shook their heads. "No," asserted Blaisdell. "Killin' Jorth might be the end of your desires, Isbel, but it 'd never end our fight.
Ellen, this fellar was quick as a cat in his actions an' his words was like lightnin'. "Who? she whispered. "Wal, no one else but a stranger jest come to these parts an Isbel, too. Jean Isbel." "Oh!" exclaimed Ellen, faintly. "In a barroom full of men almost all of them in sympathy with the sheep crowd most of them on the Jorth side this Jean Isbel resented an insult to Ellen Jorth."
Hours dragged by dark hours for Ellen Jorth lying prostrate beside the tree, hiding the blue sky and golden sunlight from her eyes. At length the lethargy of despair, the black dull misery wore away; and she gradually returned to a condition of coherent thought. What had she learned? Sight of the black horse grazing near seemed to prompt the trenchant replies. Spades belonged to Jean Isbel.
"Seein' that you an' Lee Jorth hate each other, why couldn't you act like men? ... You damned Texans, with your bloody feuds, draggin' in every relation, every friend to murder each other! That's not the way of Arizona men.... We've all got to suffer an' we women be ruined for life because YOU had differences with Jorth.
And shore were gettin' acquainted when when he told me who he was. Then I left him hurried back to camp." "Colter met Isbel down in the woods," replied Jorth, ponderingly. "Said he looked like an Indian a hard an' slippery customer to reckon with." "Shore I guess I can indorse what Colter said," returned Ellen, dryly. She could have laughed aloud at her deceit. Still she had not lied.
Mebbe half an hour I seen a bare-legged kid cross, the road an' go into Greaves's store.... Then shore I tumbled to your dad. He'd sent a note to Jorth to come out an' meet him face to face, man to man! ... Shore it was like readin' what your dad had wrote. But I didn't say nothin' to Blaisdell. I jest watched." Blue drawled these last words, as if he enjoyed remembrance of his keen reasoning.
"Aw, shut up that kind of gab, will y'u?" broke in Colter, harshly. It amazed Ellen that Colter should dominate her uncle, even though he was wounded. Tad Jorth had been the last man to take orders from anyone, much less a rustler of the Hash Knife Gang. This Colter began to loom up in Ellen's estimate as he loomed physically over her, a lofty figure, dark motionless, somehow menacing.
"She looks like that, but she's bad," concluded Jean, with bitter finality. "I might have fallen in love with Ellen Jorth if if she'd been different." But the conviction forced upon Jean did not dispel the haunting memory of her face nor did it wholly silence the deep and stubborn voice of his consciousness. Later that afternoon he sought a moment with his sister.
"Wal, y'u all can back me up," replied Blue, dubiously. "Y'u see, my plan goes as far as killin' Jorth an' mebbe his brothers. Mebbe I'll get a crack at Queen. But I'll be shore of Jorth. After thet all depends. Mebbe it 'll be easy fer me to get out. An' if I do y'u fellars will know it an' can fill thet storeroom full of bullets."
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