Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 13, 2025
He left Lefingwell, not trusting himself to argue the question of the man's attitude, and went down to the station, where he found a telegram awaiting him. It was from Judge Graney: Coming home. Case sent back to Circuit Court for hearing. Depend on you to get evidence. Trevison crumpled the paper and shoved it savagely into a pocket.
Nearly a hundred riders were on the move. Lefingwell, huge, grim, led them down the street toward the private car. For an instant the girl felt a throb of terror, thinking that they might have designs on the man who stood at the railing near her, unable to move for he had the same thought.
"There's trouble brewing in this town, Miss Benham. I wouldn't advise you to stay here any longer than is absolutely necessary. There's two factions looks like. It's about that land deal. Lefingwell and some more of them think they've been given a raw decision by the court and Corrigan. Excitement! Oh, Lord! This town is fierce. I ain't had any sleep in Your answer? I can't tell. Mebbe right away.
He did not blame Della for what had happened. Upon Lawler was the blame for the affair; Lawler had planned it all, merely to be revenged upon him for his refusal to keep the agreement that had been made with Lefingwell. Warden sneered as his thoughts went to that day in Jordan's office when Lawler, a deadly threat in his eyes, had leaned close to him to warn him.
I'm shipping them East, myself." "Consignin' 'em to who?" "They'll go to Legget and Mellert." "H'm; they're an independent concern, ain't they?" "Yes; that's the firm my father shipped to before Jim Lefingwell opened an office here." Simmons locked his fingers together and squinted his eyes at Lawler. "H'm," he said. Then he was silent, seemingly meditating.
Therefore, aware that he could not meet this man on the basis of friendliness that had distinguished all his relations with Jim Lefingwell, Lawler's voice was crisp and businesslike: "You're Gary Warden?" At the latter's short, affirmative nod, Lawler continued: "I'm Kane Lawler, of the Circle L. I've come to make arrangements with you about buying my cattle.
"Jim was a mighty big man in size and principles," said Lawler. "Now you're shoutin'! There wasn't no man bigger'n Jim, sideways, edgeways, or up an' down. I reckon any man would have a hard time measurin' up to Jim Lefingwell. Mebbe that's what's wrong with Warden. Folks has got Jim Lefingwell on their minds, an' they're not givin' Warden what's comin' to him, them bein' biased."
It melted, streaming off in all directions, like the sweep of water from a bursted dam. It broke at the doors of the buildings; it sought the stables. Men bearing rifles appeared in the street, mounting horses and congregating in front of the Belmont, where Lefingwell had gone. Other men, on the board sidewalk and in the dust of the street, were running, shouting, gesticulating.
He managed that so cleverly that many men, watching him, might have been deceived. In Lawler's keen eyes, however, glowed understanding a knowledge of Warden's character that vindicated the things he had heard about the man the tentative suggestions that Warden was not a worthy successor to Lefingwell.
After a while the light went out and I saw Corrigan come from around the rear of the building, recross the street and come into the Castle. You men are blind. Corrigan is a crook who will stop at nothing. If you let him injure Trevison for a crime that Trevison did not commit you deserve to be robbed!" Lefingwell swung her down from his shoulder.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking