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The roar of the waters was not new to the ears of the two men who listened, however much it might have disturbed others unused to their tearing fury. Hawk listened thoughtfully: "Why didn't you pick a wet night?" he asked. "We had to pick a dark one, Abe." "Where's the horses?" "Over at my place what's that?" The last words broke from Laramie's lips like the crack of a pistol.
"I went in Laramie's place fer grub. Some feller I never seen before come in from the hall an' hit Laramie an' wrestled him on the floor. I went out. Then this big ranger chased me an' fetched me here. I didn't do nothin'. This ranger's hankerin' to arrest somebody. Thet's my hunch, Longstreth." Longstreth said something in an undertone to Judge Owens, and that worthy nodded his great bushy head.
"Jim Laramie acts as if it was, anyway," grumbled Belle, when the butcher told her what they were saying. In fact, all of Laramie's intimates were out of patience with him when he announced he was going to rebuild the cabin on his Falling Wall ranch and live there. "Wait till this cattle fight is over," they would urge. "It is over," he would retort.
He so placed himself that one could hardly see him without peering into the hole and that might mean any one of several things for the man that ventured it much depended, in Laramie's mind, on whose face he should see above the rim. An interminable time passed.
"I've had breakfast." "Where you bound for today?" "On a long trip." "Which way?" "Home." "What do you mean, 'home'?" "I mean hell, Larrie the home long waiting for me." Laramie's eyes batted slowly.
Prolonged by the fear of further injuring the wounded man, the tempestuous effort for mastery ended when Hawk was forced to the bed and Laramie's iron fingers, closing on the gun, wrenched it from him. Hawk was done out and Laramie without more resistance straightened him out on the bed. "You're worse hit than you think," panted the conqueror.
God, Stone, I'd rather bunk with a rattlesnake than with you. I'd rather kill one than kill a thing like you. Your head ought to be pounded with a rock. You're entitled to nothing. But you can have your chance. Get the boys out of here, Harry." Not for one instant did he take his eye off Stone's eye, or raise his tone above a speaking voice, and Laramie's voice was naturally low.
Hawk knew from the expression of Laramie's eyes he must drop the subject, and though he lost none of his bantering manner, he desisted: "They didn't have a warrant for me down at the marshal's office, did they?" "They were short of blanks," retorted Laramie coolly. "How you fixed for flour?" "Plenty of it." Laramie spoke loudly for fear Simeral might protest.
Laramie's protests were ignored: "You're a poor man, Jim," declared Tenison, "and you can't pay any bills now for Abe. He thought more of you than he did of any man in the world. But most of his money he left here with me, upstairs and down. Abe was stiff-necked as hell, whether it was cards or cattle, you know that. And it's only some of his money not mine I'm turning back to him.
She had a long time to let her thoughts run. The two men were not soon back and she was beginning to wonder what might have happened, when, standing at the door to listen, she heard noises outside and Laramie's voice. She let him in at once. "You didn't have the door barred," he said, suspiciously. "Oh, yes, but I heard you speak." He was alone. "We're ready," he said.
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