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Updated: June 27, 2025
Tharon, standing where he had stopped her, her breast heaving, her lips apart, seemed struggling against an unknown force. She put up a hand and tried to dislodge his fingers on her shoulder, but could not. Presently she wet her lips and looked around the street, already filled with watching folk, then up at Kenset. "What for?" she asked. "I think I can tell you something," he answered quietly.
Last shot in the back with Old Pete and with with Kenset the one man Oh, the one man in all the world whose quiet smile was unforgettable, whose vital hands were upon hers now, like ghost-hands, would always be upon hers if she lived to be old like Anita or died at dawn today! And Kenset had counseled her to peace! To keep the stain of blood from her own hands!
Her face was flushed, for what reason Kenset, stunned by her vehement words, could not tell. She flung the rein up and followed it, leaping to saddle like a man. "I tol' you we couldn't be friends!" she cried, her eyes blazing with sudden fire, "there ain't no manner of use a-tryin'." Kenset, springing forward, caught El Rey's bit. The stallion reared and struck, but he held him down.
Kenset cut all trees at the west and south of the glade, thus forming a splendid doorway into his retreat, through which all this shone in, like those wonderful etched landscapes one sometimes sees in tiny toys that fit the narrowed eye. Before the cabin was finished, Starret, who ran the regular pack-train, brought in a string of trunks and boxes which caused much curious comment in Corvan.
In the immediate vicinity there was little chance of doing anything, for Service's bunch, and themselves, had trampled over the soft floor until all original traces of the murder were blotted out. Albright looked around and seemed to hesitate. "Me, alone?" he asked. "Gimme Dick Compos, there." "Done," said Kenset.
Kenset heard the woman catch her breath, and the feeling of pity that had taken him at first for her intensified. "No, Mr. Courtrey," he said advancing, "but you have," and he held out his hand. "I'm Kenset, from the foothills." Courtrey, not four feet from him, did not look at the hand.
"God!" said Kenset For a moment there was silence while a bird called sharply from a pine top and the voice of the little stream became subtly audible. It seemed to the man that all his values of life had suddenly become shifted, changed. The commonplace had become the unreal, the unlikely the familiar.
"You mean stay to supper?" she asked decisively. "No, I can't do that. I took back a meal from you. That stan's between." "Why, you funny girl," said Kenset, "nothing stands between. And I don't mean supper, exactly, either. Please sit down." Tharon stood, considering. She turned the matter over in her mind. She had taken this man's house by storm. It had, indeed, given her refuge.
What did she mean by those words of hers about his law and hers? That they were not the same sort of law that he and she would not agree? They could not be friends, she had said. Well, Kenset was not so sure of that.
When the last thing had been done to the cabin they set to work and built a smaller cabin for the good brown horse which Kenset had bought far down to the south and west in the Coast Country, for Sam Drake told him that Lost Valley locked its doors to all the world in winter. He would house his only friend as he housed himself.
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