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A moment later Captain Jack whirled to the right across the Santa Fe tracks and bearing a little to the east, in the direction of Capaline, the dead volcano that rises out of the lavas northwest of the Quarter Circle KT, between the Purgatory and the Cimarron, disappeared in the black starlit night. It is a week to the day since the fight in the Elite Amusement Parlor in Eagle Butte.
"He ain't the kind that bothers with females!" When Chuck had idly suggested that Old Heck and Ophelia might be married before Parker and the Quarter Circle KT cowboys returned to the ranch from the beef hunt, he did not know it, but the words he spoke in jest voiced the very thought at the same instant in the mind of Old Heck miles away though he was.
Charley exclaimed, " it's just what I expected! She's one of these self-starting female suffragettes! That's what she is. I knowed she was too gentle acting to be harmless!" "She just had to break loose sooner or later," Bert said in an awed voice. "My Gawd!" Old Heck murmured hopelessly. "Holy gosh a'mighty!" The owner of the Quarter Circle KT was really shocked and worried.
Carolyn June and Ophelia sprang were blown almost inside the house and slammed the door as another bolt fell, flooding the room with a blaze that made the light from the lamp on the reading table seem faint and dim. Old Heck and Skinny darted around the corner as the tempest pulled and tugged at the buildings of the Quarter Circle KT.
It was a busy Sunday at the Quarter Circle KT. Chuck, Charley and Pedro spent the morning and most of the afternoon getting the saddle horses from across the river. Bert helped Parker and Old Heck about the ranch. Sing Pete baked a supply of light-bread and stocked the grub-wagon with provisions.
When the old-rose of dawn melted the gray above the sand-hills behind them and the white moon was fading in the zenith above the Kiowa; when the cottonwoods beside the Cimarron began to shake their leaves in the morning breeze that tripped across the valley; when the low buildings of the Quarter Circle KT silhouetted against the bench beyond the meadows; when the smooth surface of the beach of quicksand under which the body of Old Blue was hidden began to look smoother yet and still more firm, the Ramblin' Kid and Carolyn June parted.
I'm feeling very ashamed of myself." It was accordingly decided to declare the game drawn. The position, as I found it next morning, is an interesting one. Lowson's Queen was at K Kt 6, his Bishop at Q B 3, he had several Pawns, and his Knight occupied a commanding position at the intersection of four squares.
Two minutes later the cloud of dust trailed a rakish, trim-lined, high-powered, purring Clagstone "Six" to a stop in front of the Occidental Hotel and Old Heck and Skinny Rawlins climbed glumly and stiffly from the front seat, after the thirty-minute, twenty-mile run from the Quarter Circle KT. Old Heck had his peculiarities. One of them was insistence for the best absolutely or nothing.
"He's a dangerous little outlaw that ain't got no reg'lar range," the Ramblin' Kid answered for Chuck. "I'll not do it " Old Heck and Parker spoke at once. "Then I won't either," Skinny declared flatly, "I'll quit the dog-goned Quarter Circle KT first!" "Let Sing Pete make love to the widow," Bert suggested. "No, no!
The Quarter Circle KT will send a horse into the big race that will beat that Thunderbolt critter of yours just three times as bad as he set old Quicksilver back and we'll give you action on any amount of money, cattle or anything else you want to name! You can put your friends here in on it too, if you want to " with a scornful glance around the pool-room at the loafers in the place.
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