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Updated: June 27, 2025
"There," she said, pointing to the broad expanse between the northern windows, "hang it there." "Done," said Kenset, and went promptly for a hammer. When the huge thick mat was securely stretched in place, Tharon helping to hold it while he pounded in the broad-topped tacks, Kenset stepped back and wondered how he had ever for a moment considered hanging it in any other spot.
They were no murderers.... They did not strike in the dark shoot a man from ambush nor kill a man unarmed.... And Kenset Kenset of the foothills what had he said about the stain of blood blood-guilt clean hands The girl caught her breath with a choking sob. The game was up. Neither Jim Last nor Kenset nor she would shoot a man unarmed. And Courtrey was riding toward the Bottle Neck.
At the words, the smile, the unusual courtesy of the removed hat, Ellen rose from her chair, a tall, slim wisp of a woman, whose blue-veined hands were almost transparent. "Yes," she said, and waited. That little waiting, calm, unruffled, made him think sharply of Tharon Last who had waited also for his accounting for himself. "I am Kenset," he said, "of over in the foothills.
It was a trim body, they could see from where they stood, clad in dark garments of olive drab that hugged the lean limbs close. "Kenset!" whispered Tharon with paling lips. "Kenset of th' foothills, an' he looks," she wet those ashy lips, "he looks like he is dead."
"Good Lord!" ejaculated Kenset, but she went on. "I won't shake hands with you, for whilst I ain't done no killin' yet, I'm sworn an' Jim Last's hands was red they would be to such as you an' down to th' last drop o' blood, th' last beat o' my heart, I'm Jim Last's girl th' best gun man in Lost Valley, if I do say so." And she swung quickly to the door. Kenset followed her.
However a warm surge of feeling shot through him with the quiet resting of that firm brown hand between his own, and he held it tighter. Kenset had thought he was sophisticated, that little or nothing could stir him deeply not since Ethel Van Riper had gone to Europe as the bride of the old Count of Easthaven. That had been four years back. He had been pretty young then, but the young feel deeply.
Tharon flung herself down at the spring's edge, eased the right gun from under her hip, leaned on her elbow and prepared to listen. "Fire away," she said. Kenset laughed. "For goodness' sake!" he ejaculated, "I said visit. That takes two. What have you been doing?" "Well, everythin', mostly. Made a new shirt for Billy, for one thing. An' I showed Courtrey th' picture o' this."
In fact, Kenset had thought he knew horses, but he stood in open-mouthed wonder before the horses of Lost Valley the magnificent Ironwood bays of Courtrey's, with their wonderful long manes and tails that shone like a lady's hair, the Finger Marks which he had seen once or twice, and marvelled at. With the opening of the boxes the cabin in the glade took on a look of home, of individuality.
Ellen rose and he followed her around the corner of the house to the door yard. As they waited, Courtrey, clad in dark leather chaps, his guns swinging, came toward them. At sight of Kenset he stopped short and an oath rolled from his lips. The kerchief at his neck was turned knot-back and hung like a glob of crimson blood upon his breast.
These came up, after much delay, to be dumped in the door yard of the house in the glade, and Kenset felt as if the gateway to the outside world might close and he care very little.
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