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You've always had rather queer taste in women, Jack; but, of course, being a long-rider, you haven't seen much of them. At least her name is delightful Mary Brown! You've no idea how often I've repeated it aloud to myself and relished the sound Mary Brown!" "I hate her!" "You two didn't have a very agreeable time of it? By the way, she must have left in rather a hurry to forget her glove, eh?"
You've always had rather queer taste in women, Jack; but, of course, being a long-rider, you haven't seen much of them. At least her name is delightful Mary Brown! You've no idea how often I've repeated it aloud to myself Mary Brown!" "I hate her!" "You two didn't have a very agreeable time of it? By the way, she must have left in rather a hurry to forget her glove, eh?"
But she had to assist him up the slope to the trees, and there she left him propped against a trunk, his arms fallen weakly at his sides, while she built the fire and cooked the food. Afterward she could hardly eat, watching him devour what she placed before him; and it thrilled all the woman in her to a strange warmth to take care of the long-rider.
But she had to assist him up the slope to the trees, and there she left him propped against a trunk, his arms fallen weakly at his sides, while she built the fire and cooked the food. Afterward she could hardly eat, watching him devour what she placed before him; and it thrilled all the woman in her to a strange warmth to take care of the long-rider.
She was no longer a child, but a long-rider who could back any horse on the range and shoot with the best. One glance she cast about the room to drink in the amazement of the gang, and then with a profound instinct guiding her, she picked out the best critic in the room and said to him with a frown: "Well, Dick, how's it hang?" The big man was as flushed as the girl.
"Do not ask me to explain," he said, "I am riding a long way." "Oh, a 'long-rider'!" she laughed, "then of course " She stopped abruptly. It may have been imagination, but he seemed to start when she spoke the phrase by which outlaws were known to each other. He was forcing his eyes to meet hers. He said slowly: "I am going on a long journey. Perhaps I will come back. If I am able to, I shall."
"Hangs like a charm," he said, "a charm that 'll be apt to make men step about." And her father broke in rather hoarsely: "Sit down, girl. Sit down and be one of us. One of us you are by your own choice from this day on. You're neither man nor woman, but a long-rider with every man's hand against you. You've done with any hope of a home or of friends. You're one of us. Poor Jack my girl!"
"Dad didn't like the idea. He was afraid of what Dan might become. And he was right. One day, in a saloon that used to stand on that hill over there, Dan had a fight his first fight with a man who had struck him across the mouth for no good reason. That man was Jim Silent. Of course you've heard of him?" "Never." "He was a famous long-rider an outlaw with a very black record.
She was no longer a child, but a long-rider who could shoot with the best. One glance she cast about the room to drink in the amazement of the gang, and then her father broke in rather hoarsely: "Sit down, girl. Sit down and be one of us. One of us you are by your own choice from this day on. You're neither man nor woman, but a long-rider with every man's hand against you.
"Ask Jack if she loves me? Why, I'd as soon ask any man the same question." The big long-rider was instantly curious. "Has she never appealed to you as a woman, Pierre?" "How could she? I've watched her ride; I've watched her use her gun; I've slept rolled in the same blankets with her, back to back; I've walked and talked and traveled with her as if she were my kid brother."
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