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Updated: May 2, 2025
It certainly was unbelievable that a Lorrigan should be there, master in effect, at least of the Douglas household, wearing the shoddy garments of Aleck Douglas, and finding them at least three sizes too small. They were an unconscionably long time out there, those two women who meant so much to him. He glanced in at Mother Douglas, in bed now and looking terribly shrunken and old.
And is this the lock?" Since the door behind him was the only door within five miles of them, and since the lock dangled from a splintered casing, Mary Hope almost smiled. "It is a door," she informed him. "And it is a lock that has been broken by a Lorrigan." She was baiting him, tempting him to quarrel with her over the old grudge. Because she expected a reply, Lance made no answer whatever.
But he kept his position by the doorway, and he continued bashfully turning his big hat round and round against his chest, though the action went oddly with the Lorrigan look and the athletic poise of him. "Yes, ma'am. Quite rare," he agreed. "In fact, I don't believe there is such a thing in the whole Black Rim country," stated Mary Hope, plainly nonplussed at his presence and behavior.
Lightning had struck the side hill just beyond the grove, and the shock of it had knocked down and stunned the two disputants, and three saddle horses standing in the muddy overflow from the spring. For this reason, perhaps, and because it was on Lorrigan land, the place had never thereafter been frequented save by the stock that watered there.
Lord, when you take a Lorrigan and educate him and polish him, you sure have got a combination that's hard to go up against. Two years and my heavens, I don't know Lance any more! I never thought any Lorrigan could feaze me but there's something about Lance " In the house Lance was not showing any of the polish which Belle had mentioned rather regretfully.
It's really the Devil's Tooth I'm talking about. But the kick remains, so listen, folks, just listen. "I'm a Lorrigan. Two of you are Lorrigans, and you know what I mean when I say that. The rest of you had better guess what I mean, if you don't know and guess right! "I'm talking to you with my back against the wall in more ways than one. Don't think I'm fool enough not to know it.
Having lived all of his life in the Black Rim country, Tom knew how much the friendship was worth, knew that the Black Rim folk had drawn together like a wolf pack, and were waiting only until he was down before they rushed in to rend him and his family. Old grudges were brought out and aired secretly. It would go hard with the Lorrigan family if Tom were found guilty.
A full week Tom slept in the county jail, and for all their bad reputation, it was the first time a Lorrigan had lain down behind a bolted door to sleep, had opened his eyes to see the dawn light painting the wall with the shadow of bars. There were nights when his optimism failed him, when Tom lay awake trying to adjust himself to the harrying thought that long, caged years might be his portion.
Lance, looking out across the crowd, caught Belle's glance and nodded toward the schoolhouse. Belle hurried away to find the musicians and set them playing, and a few couples strayed after her. But there were men who stayed, pushing, elbowing to see what would happen when Lance Lorrigan loosened his hold on the Jumpoff man. Lance did not loosen his hold, however.
Tom observed, turning as Mary Hope pushed the door shut against the wind that rattled the small shack and came toward him shivering and pulling her sweater collar closer about her neck. "When did this happen?" "When I started teaching here, Mr. Lorrigan." Then, mindful of her manners, she tempered the pertness with a smile. "And that was yesterday. Will you sit down?"
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