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His voice was matter-of-fact even to indifference; but for all that, he seemed to be deeply inhaling Lahoma's freshness of morning-rose sparkling with dew. "Does it pierce your heart to think of her marrying somebody else?" Her voice was sweet with the dream-passion of a young girl. "When I left home, I flung myself into the life of a cow-puncher and did all I could to keep from thinking.
You're going to be a great man some day, if I don't miss my guess, a great man in Oklahoma government and laws. Lahoma's going to be proud of you. You'll take a hand in politics, you'll be elected to something high.
It was in order to find Gledware that he had haunted the trail during the years of lahoma's youth, always hoping to discover him in the new country gliding behind herds of cattle, listening to scraps of talks among the cattlemen, earning from Mizzoo the uneasy designation, "the ghost."
As he lay awake at night in the log cabin that had been Lahoma's, his brain for a long time every night was busy with thoughts of that new civilization, and he was stirred with ambition to take part, so that when single statehood or double statehood was achieved, he would be a recognized factor in its transformation from a loosely-bound territory.
With the wisdom derived from his experience with wild natures, he carefully abstained from any attempt to force Lahoma's friendship, hence it was not long before he obtained it without reserve.
Suddenly the horse held by Lahoma gave a plunge, broke away and went galloping back over the trail they had traversed, pursued by Lahoma's cry of dismay. "I couldn't hold him," she gasped. "He lifted me clear off the ground...." Wilfred was also dismayed, but he preserved an accent of calm as he felt his way toward her, uttering encouragement for which their condition offered no foundation.
Let him go he'll come back tomorrow, I know." Wilfred turned to Brick and looked into his eyes as he slowly released Lahoma's hand. "Oh!" said Brick, considerably disconcerted. "No, I reckon he won't come back, honey yes, I guess he'll be busy the rest of the summer. Well, son, put 'er there shake!
He almost made up his mind to take a brief trip to Chicago, on quitting the cove; perhaps there would be something in Lahoma's next letter to force a decision. Two weeks passed, but Wilfred did not consider the time lost; there were letters almost daily, by coach, from Lahoma, telling of her adventures in the great world the house-party had been delayed on account of Mrs.
"God bless you, little girl!" he said cheerily. "A man's fortunate who finds such oases along his desert-trail!" It was not Bill's gruffness, but Lahoma's charm that warned him to flee lest he break his promise to her guardians.
"Oh, Wilfred!" she reproached him, "they'll miss you and know you've come to consult with me about warning Brick." "Quick, Lahoma!" said Wilfred, as if she had not spoken, "you can ride a horse, I suppose?" He smiled, but his eyes were sparkling with impatience. In a flash, Lahoma's face was glowing with enthusiasm. She looked back into the room and cried, "Good-by!"
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