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Updated: June 29, 2025
Fact is, now Menendez is back, you're free to go. 'Rastus is getting your horse right now." The cattleman realized instantly that he did not want to go. Business affairs at home pressed for his attention, but he felt extremely reluctant to pull out and leave the field in possession of Larrabie Keller, even temporarily. He could not, however, very well say so. "Good enough," he said brusquely.
Larrabie let a hand fall on the shoulder of the other man a brown, strong hand that showed no more uncertainty than the steady eyes. Dixon cursed peevishly, but after a moment he turned to go back. He did not know why he went, except that there was something compelling about this man. Besides, he told himself, his news would keep for half an hour without spoiling.
Larrabie Keller mavericks around on, durn his forsaken hide! And the man on it wore a polka-dot bandanna. So does Keller. He'll have to go some to explain away that. I reckon the others must be nesters from Bear Creek, too." "We've got 'em where the wool's short this time," Budd agreed. "They been shootin' around right promiscuous. If anybody's dead, then Keller has put a rope round his own neck."
Weaver nodded recognition, and Larrabie understood it to mean also thanks for what he had done for him last night. "We'll talk this over downstairs," old Sanderson announced grimly. They went down into the big hall with the open fireplace, and the old sheepman waved his hand toward a chair. "Thanks. Think I'll take it standing," said Buck, an elbow on the mantel.
He surely did not give any specific orders in this case." "His actions for months past have been orders enough," said Cuffs. "You'd better investigate before you take action," Larrabie urged. "We've done all the investigating we're going to do. This man has set himself up like a czar. I'm not going through the list of it all, but he has more than reached the limit months ago. He's passed it now.
You'll see." "Oh, I hope not I hope not!" she cried in a whisper. "You will be careful, won't you?" "I sure will. A hen with one chick won't be a circumstance to me." Larrabie Keller had hitched her horse and brought it round to the front door. She leaned toward him after she had gathered the reins. "You'll not go far away, will you? And if anything happens " "But it won't. Why should it?"
Blue Jeans had been sorry for him a little; not much, because he'd ought to be in some other business if he couldn't take care of himself. But he'd dropped so still, the first time Blue Jeans hit him. So huddled like! "Have I killed him?" he asked Larrabie, remorsefully, after it had happened. Condit had folded up like a sick accordion. "Have I killed him?" "Hell, no!"
At any time he might have escaped, but for a tacit understanding that he would stay until Menendez was strong enough to be sent home from the Twin Star. One pleasure, however, was denied him. He saw nothing of Phyllis, save for a distant glimpse or two when she was starting to school or returning from a ride with Larrabie Keller.
Larrabie thought of the youth with a faint smile of scorn. He knew how to respect an out-and-out villain; but there was no bottom to a man who would shoot from cover without warning, and then leave a girl to bear the blame of his wrongdoing. "No I reckon coyote is too big a name for him," he admitted. "Buck Weaver ruined his father and drove him from his homestead.
This time it was Keller, hatless and coatless, as if he had come quickly from a hurried waking. He, too, fired blandly the inevitable: "What's the trouble?" "Nothing except that we are a bunch of first-class locoed fools," snapped Tom. "We've lost our prisoner that's what's the matter." Larrabie came in and looked inquiringly from one to another. "I thought you kept him guarded."
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