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Updated: June 9, 2025
At the bottom of the steps the Confederate chieftain halted, and bowed, hat in hand. "Judge Moran, I presume. While we have never previously met, yet your name has long been familiar. Probably I need not introduce myself." The judge, his face beaming hospitality, grasped the outstretched hand, but Beauregard's dark, appreciative eyes were upon the girl standing at Moran's side.
They looked at each other, a thin tide of crimson brightening the congestion of Moran's visage, while Rexhill's face went ghastly white. With shaking fingers, the agent poured himself a third drink and tossed it down his throat. "It was Wade who tied you up?" Moran nodded. "Him and that girl the Purnell girl."
I never want to do so again. There they lay, four dead men. We didn't know them ourselves, but guessed they were Hagan and his lot. How else did they come there? and how could dad have shot them all by himself, and laid them out there? Were Daly and Moran with him? This looked like Moran's damnable work. We looked and looked. I rubbed my eyes. Could it be real?
'How'd ye like a sip iv Moran's good whiskey? he sez, eyin' the case iv milk the while. I confiss me mouth went wet at the naked thought iv it. 'But what's the use iv likin'? sez I, with me sack bulgin' with emptiness. 'Candles worth tin dollars the dozen, sez he, 'a dollar apiece. Will ye give six cans iv milk for a bottle iv the old stuff? 'How'll ye do it? sez I. 'Trust me, sez he.
'That near side one Moran's horse, pigeon-toes; me know 'em, says Warrigal. 'Off side one Daly's roan horse, new shoes on. You see 'um hair, rub himself longa tree. 'What the blazes were they doing hereabouts? says Starlight. 'This begins to look complicated. Whatever the row was, Daly and he were in it. There's no one rich enough to rob hereabouts, is there? I don't like the look of it.
In her innocent way, she would have stirred the sentiment in any man, and to the inflamed brute before her she seemed all the more delectable because helpless. Here was a revenge beyond Moran's wildest dreams. To her he appeared the incarnation of evil, disheveled, mud-splashed and sweaty, as his puffed and blood-shot eyes feasted on her attractiveness. "Good morning!"
Her face flushed with annoyance and she arose, when she recognized her visitor. "You will please pardon me, but I do not care to receive you," she said primly. This beginning, natural enough from Helen's standpoint, after what her father had told her in Moran's office, convinced Dorothy that she had read the writing on the blotter correctly.
'Bin gone that way. That one track Moran's horse. I know him; turn foot in likit cow. Four more track follow up. 'Why, they're in the house now, the infernal scoundrels, says Starlight. 'You stay here with the horses, Warrigal; we'll walk up. If you hear shooting, tie them to the fence and run in.
She knew nothing of Moran's visit, nor of the rising of the wind, nor of the waning of the moon; and he must write to her about these things, for if he were drowned she would think that God had willed it. But if he believed in God's intervention, he should stay in his parish and pray that grace might be given to him.
Tyler escaped the epidemic but he had to endure the boredom of weeks of quarantine. At first they took it as a lark, like schoolboys. Moran's hammock was just next Tyler's. On his other side was a young Kentuckian named Dabney Courtney. The barracks had dubbed him Monicker the very first day. Monicker had a rather surprising tenor voice. Moran a salty bass. And Tyler his mandolin.
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