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Updated: June 2, 2025
The reason you're on this doggone trail chasin' glory wot don't never git around, is worryin' along in a buckboard ahead of us, behind ole Minky's mule, an' he's hoofin' to home at an express slug's gait. That's the reason you're on the trail, an' nothin' else.
Sandy saw nothing remarkable in their presence, and at once turned back to the counter. "More of 'em," said Minky in a low tone, when finally Bill turned back to him. "Yes. Many while I bin away?" "Four or five. All come along fer a game it seems." Minky's eyes were brooding. Suddenly a light of intelligence sprang into Bill's thoughtful face. "Ah, I remember one o' them.
It seemed as though he were about to break out into verbal expression of his agony of heart. But when he finally did speak it was in the same even tone, though his breath came hard and deep. "I want her whatever she is," he said quietly. Bill rose to his feet, and a passionate light shone in his sparkling eyes. "Then take Minky's mule an' buckboard.
And by noon every soul in the camp had seen or heard of Minky's contemplated recklessness. The place was wild with excitement, and, instead of setting out for their various claims for the usual day's work, every man went out to scrape together any "dust" he possessed, and brought it in to trade.
The yellow-haired fragment of humanity at the end of the reins was like nothing they had ever seen; the children were a source of wondering astonishment; but the woman ah! There was one woman, and one woman only, on Suffering Creek until Jessie's arrival, and she was only the "hash-slinger" at Minky's store. The newcomer's face pleased them. Her eyes were fine, and full of coquetry.
But he offered no word. Only Sunny was inclined to talk. "Say, he's had a desprit bad time," he said, with eyes ablaze. But Bill still remained silent. Nor did another word pass between them until they reached Minky's store. The moment they had departed Scipio glanced forlornly round his home. It was a terrible home-coming.
He had resorted to a pitiful little subterfuge in borrowing Minky's buckboard. He had told the storekeeper that he had heard of a prospect some distance out, and he wanted to inspect it. He said he intended to take Vada with him, but wished to leave Jamie behind.
He told them a great deal of the history of the place, warned them that Suffering Creek was not the sinecure the outside world had been told, endorsed Minky's story that what Suffering Creek really needed was capital to reach the true wealth of the place. And, in the course of the talk, drink flowed freely.
"Old Minky's plum 'bug. He's waited to 'unload' till James' gang has got the camp held up three miles out. Wal, I ain't shippin'. Guess I'll trade my dust at a discount. It's a sight easier carryin' United States currency." "But he's guaranteein' delivery at the bank," protested Brand. "That's what it sez, sure," observed White doubtfully.
But the encouragement he received fell short of his expectations, and his laugh died out quite abruptly. There was no responsive smile on Minky's face. Sunny was glowering sulkily; while Bill's fierce brows were drawn together in an angry frown, and his gimlet eyes seemed to bore their way into the speaker's face. "Wal?" he demanded coldly. "Wal, I think he's "
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