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Updated: June 17, 2025
"She has hoped with me for some fitting reward for the years of service I have unselfishly given to my country, sir, for the surrender of my better self to the army. I'll never outlive it, I feel that I'll never outlive it!" Colonel Landcraft had no thought apart from what he felt to be his hovering disgrace.
Superiority had been born in Frances Landcraft, not educated into her in expensive schools, the cattleman's daughter knew. It spoke for itself in the carriage of her head there against the light of that fair new day, with the sunshine on the dying cottonwood leaves beyond the windowpane; in the lifting of her neck, white as King David's tower of shields.
You've heard it said that I'm a rustler " "King of the rustlers," she corrected. "Yes, even that. But I am not a rustler. Everybody up here is a rustler, Miss Landcraft, who doesn't belong to, or work for, the Drovers' Association. They can't oust us by merely charging us with homesteading government land, for that hasn't been made a statutory crime yet.
That's the job that's cut out for me here, Miss Landcraft." He said it without boast, but with such a stubborn note of determination that she felt something lift within her, raising her to the plane of his aspirations. She knew that Alan Macdonald was right about it, although the thing that he would do was still dim in her perception.
"You have heard only the cattlemen's side of the story, Colonel Landcraft," said Macdonald, with patience and restraint. "You know that every man who attempts to build a fence around his cabin in this country, and strikes a furrow in the ground, is a rustler according to their creed."
She scorned him and his veneration for orders, and turned from him coldly. "Is there no doctor with your detachment?" she asked. "He has gone on with the main body, Miss Landcraft. They have several wounded." "Wounded murderers and burners of homes! Well, I'm not going to Alamito Ranch with you, sir, unless you can contrive an ambulance of some sort and take this gentleman too."
I did risk my life, and I almost lost it. But that is nothing unusual I risk it every day." "You saw Miss Landcraft at the ball, danced with her, I suppose, talked with her," nodded the colonel, understandingly. "Macdonald, you are a bold, a foolishly bold, man."
"I had the honor of meeting Miss Landcraft last night at the masquerade given by Miss Chadron " "How was that, sir? Did you have the effrontery to force yourself into a company which despises you, at the risk of your life and the decorum of the assemblage?" "I was drawn there," Macdonald spoke slowly, meeting the colonel's cold eye with steady gaze, "by a hope that was miraculously realized.
"All right," Chadron said at length, charging his words with what he doubtless meant to be a significant foreboding, measuring Colonel Landcraft with contemptuous eye. "I can call out an army of my own. I came to you because we pay you fellers to do what I'm askin' of you, and because I thought it'd save me time. That's all."
"I have been ready at any time for two years," Major King replied, in trembling eagerness. Frances was thrown into such a mental turmoil by the sudden proposal that she could not, at that moment, speak a further protest. She stood with white face, her heart seeming to shrivel, and fall away to laboring faintness. Colonel Landcraft was not considering her.
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