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I hed more money 'n thet," complained Lem. "Jim, you rode to Kremmlin' last. Did you take my money?" "Wal, come to think of it, I reckon I did," replied Jim, in surprise at the recollection. "An' whar's it now?" "Pard, I 'ain't no idee. I reckon it's still in Kremmlin'. But I'll pay you back." "I should smile you will. Pony up now."
I'm glad to say his cabin is comfortable. He'll be looked after." "Wal, I'm glad to hear thet. I'll send Lem or Wade up thar an' see if we can do anythin' fer the boy." "Dad that's just like you," replied Columbine, with her hand seeking his broad shoulder. "Ahuh! Say, Collie, hyar's letters from 'most everybody in Kremmlin' wantin' to be invited up fer October first. How about askin' 'em?"
But if you'll listen you'll learn what might help you.... No boy can answer to all his wild impulses without ruinin' himself. It's not natural. There are other people people who have wills an' desires, same as you have. You've got to live with people. Here's your dad an' Miss Columbine, an' the cowboys, an' me, an' all the ranchers, so down to Kremmlin' an' other places.
You won't let me kill him." "I reckon I wanted him to learn what real men thought of him." "Ahuh! Wal, an' now I've onlightened him, what's the next deal?" "You'll all go to Kremmlin' with me an' I'll turn you over to Sheriff Burley." That was the gauntlet thrown down by Wade. It was not unexpected, and acceptance seemed a relief.
"Jake has been hollerin' thet chuck was ready. Now we can eat." "Dad did did your son come?" asked Columbine. "No. I got word jest at sundown. One of Baker's cowpunchers from up the valley. He rode up from Kremmlin' an' stopped to say Jack was celebratin' his arrival by too much red liquor. Reckon he won't be home to-night. Mebbe to-morrow."
I saw your signs out here." "Wal, you've sharp eyes, thet's all. Wade, I've some ondesirable neighbors over here. I'd just as lief they didn't see me diggin' gold. Lately I've had a hunch they're rustlin' cattle. Anyways, they've sold cattle in Kremmlin' thet came from over around Elgeria." "Wherever there's cattle there's sure to be some stealin'," observed Wade.
He jest can't stand a word ag'in' thet Buster Jack." "Columbine Belllounds," mused Wade. "Queer name." "Oh, I've knowed three girls named Columbine. Don't you know the flower? It's common in these parts. Very delicate, like a sago lily, only paler." "Were you livin' in Kremmlin' when Belllounds adopted the girl?" asked Wade. "Laws no!" was the reply. "Thet was long before I come to Middle Park.
Now, not real bad!... The hoss fell on his leg an' broke it. I cut off his boot. His foot was all smashed. But thar wasn't any other hurt honest! They're takin' him to Kremmlin'." "Ah!" Columbine's low cry sounded strangely in her ears, as if some one else had uttered it. "Buster Jack made two bursts this hyar day," concluded Lem, reflectively.
Jest buyin' an' sellin', they claimed.... I reckon the extra hoss tracks we run across at Gore Peak connects up them buyers an' sellers with whoever drove Belllounds's cattle up thar.... Have you anythin' more to say?" "No. Not here," replied Moore, quietly. "Then I'll have to arrest you an' take you to Kremmlin' fer trial." "All right. I'll go." The old rancher seemed genuinely shocked.
"On my way to White Slides Ranch, where I'm goin' to work for Belllounds. Do you know him?" "Know Belllounds? Me? Wal, he's the best friend I ever had when I was at Kremmlin'. I lived there several years. My husband had stock there. In fact, Bill started us in the cattle business. But we got out of there an' come here, where Bob died, an' I've been stuck ever since."
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