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What happened to turn him off your trail I never yet learned. I never asked. "Now you saw, or you heard anyway, what happened when Stone tried to kill him the other night. That man never can get Laramie. And don't depend on Stone and Van Horn to play you fair, for if they had to save their hides, Barb, they'd sell you. My advice is this: Put back Laramie's wire.
"How'd you get switched off?" asked Hawk, resenting the outcome. Laramie's manner showed he disliked being bored into. He leaned forward with a touch of asperity and looked, straight at his visitor: "By not 'tending strictly to my own business, Abe."
She looked at her father, talked to him, thought of him, studied him, and throwing off lingering doubts for she never felt she quite knew her father enjoyed him, eating as he was in peace with her husband-to-be. When Laramie's cigars were lighted after the dinner, Barb seemed to feel more at his ease. He told stories of his old railroad days and laughed when Kate and Belle and Laramie laughed.
Then he looked down into her own eyes: "You'd know I did what I ought to do, Kate." She withdrew herself from his embrace and looked at him: "I know you're going, Jim; only, don't ask me to say 'go. I couldn't bear to think I sent you." McAlpin had armed himself and was determined, despite Laramie's protests, to ride with him.
Laramie, and no sooner had she begun to talk to the children than both they and the mother were won. The opening of that big basket was an event. Poor, starved little beggars! Duane's feelings seemed too easily roused. Hard indeed would it have gone with Jim Laramie's slayer if he could have laid eyes on him then.
But preparations for a reception had been made complete and eventualities thoroughly considered. Heavy footfalls outside announced the approach of a man. The next moment the door was flung open and the intruder heard Laramie's voice in savage emphasis: "Pitch up!" The intruder did not, however, pitch up. It was John Lefever. He stood amazed.
'Doc, says Barb, 'I want to ask you a question. There's stories circulating around about Laramie's getting shot this morning, on his way into town. Has Laramie been to you to get fixed up, at all? "'Well, Barb, I says, 'that's not really a fair question for me to answer you know that. But since you spoke about it, Jim was in awhile ago "'Was in, eh? "'For a few minutes "'Hit?
Robert Campbell, formerly of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company, descended the Platte from this fork, in skin canoes, thus proving, what had always been discredited, that the river was navigable. About the same time, he built a fort or trading post at Laramie's Fork, which he named Fort William, after his friend and partner, Mr. William Sublette.
Not one of them could see at that moment a chance for Laramie's life; they only knew he was a man to die hard, and dying dangerous. In catching him at the moment he was stepping down, Van Horn's bullet, meant for his heart, had smashed the collar bone above it and Laramie's gun arm hung useless. Realizing his desperate plight, he flung his smashed shoulder toward his enemy.
As to his horse betraying him, Laramie had no fear, knowing the beast would make straight for the blue stem north of the hills. It was no part of Laramie's plan of defense to begin fighting or to force any situation that favored him as he believed the present one to do.
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