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Lingle gave him a look which was equally significant, a jeering look which said ironically, "Woman hater!" Bowers colored with pleasure when she lauded his "cowpuncher potatoes" and exclaimed over the biscuits. When Kate had finished she looked from one to the other and beamed upon them impartially. "It's nice to see people. I haven't seen any one for six weeks except Uncle Joe," wistfully.
"He's in town yet," he answered. Lingle knew instinctively that she thought Mormon Joe was drinking heavily. Then, fixing her troubled eyes upon him she asked hesitatingly: "Did he say when I could expect him?" The merciless hound of the law, who had dismounted, shuffled his feet uneasily and looked down to see if his badge was showing. "Er he didn't mention it."
Lingle ran his hand along the horse's neck, the hair of which was stiff with dried sweat, lifted the saddle blanket and looked at its legs, where streaks of lather had hardened. He regarded her keenly as he turned to her. "You been smokin' up your horse, I notice." "I ran a coyote for two miles this morning emptied my magazine at him and then didn't get him."
Those besides the presidents who held office during the subsequent years were: Vice-presidents: Mrs. Lingle, Mrs. Jerman, Mrs. Taylor, Mrs. Fairbrother, Mrs. C. A. Shore, Miss Weil, Miss Julia Alexander; corresponding secretaries: Miss Susan Frances Hunter, Miss Elizabeth Hedrick, Miss Eugenia Clark; recording secretaries: Mrs.
All that was left to her was the hope that Lingle might soon clear her, and she felt in her despair that she could not return to the ranch until he had given her some reassurance. She checked her horse at the corner and looked each way for him, but he was nowhere visible.
"I'm going up to see the mayor to beg him to keep on to tell him what it means to me!" she declared passionately. "I wouldn't, Miss Prentice," Lingle advised. "I must! It can't stop like this! He shall understand what it means to me this suspicion this disgrace that is nearly killing me!"
"I'm certain sure that Mormon Joe said to ride abreast that peak and about a half mile to the left of it turn in to a 'draw' runnin' northeast by southwest, and ride until I come acrost the wagon." "Don't see how a child could miss the way from that description," replied Lingle, sarcastically.
For twenty minutes or more it lasted, and then Teeters' voice came clearly, vibrating with contempt as well as purpose: "You got a yellow streak a yard wide and if it takes the rest of our natural life Lingle and me between us are goin' to prove it!"
You kin bet I don't aim to stay no longer than she kin git another herder, neither." But Lingle was already out of hearing of the querulous voice of the misogynist, and peering into the tepee which was as Mormon Joe had left it he noted that it contained an unmade bed, and extra pair of shoes, and a few articles of wearing apparel that was all.
He argued that with a range war pending she already had enough worries. If only he could get word to Teeters somehow or Lingle, even to keep a lookout for the fellow, but since he was many miles off the line of travel and he dared not leave his sheep, there was small chance of notifying either. It was a good many days before the incident was out of Bowers's mind for any length of time.
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