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Updated: June 13, 2025
The life he owed to August Naab, the strength built up by the old man's knowledge of the healing power of plateau and range these lay in a long curve between the day Naab had lifted him out of the White Sage trail and this day of the Mormon's extremity. A long curve with Holderness's insulting blow at the beginning, his murder of a beloved friend at the end!
The Mormon's eyes narrowed and his jaw set. "I like him, yes, but the church says we are to take Lost Chief Valley, and we are going to take it when the time is ripe. I can afford to be as kind as I want to be to Douglas and Fowler. Nothing can stop us when we cross into your valley with the church behind us. You folks hang together by habit.
"Ruth" Shefford took up the Mormon's unfinished whisper "if we plan to save her if we need you will you help?" Ruth turned white, but an instant and splendid fire shone in her eyes. "Try me," she whispered back. "I'll change places with her so you can get her away. They can't do much to me." Shefford wrung her hands. Joe licked his lips and found his voice: "We'll come back later."
Thrice traitor!... Why didn't you get yourself killed? ... Why are you left? Ah-h! for me a rustler for me to kill with my own hands! A rope there a rope!" "I wanted them to hang me," hoarsely cried Caldwell, writhing in Naab's grasp. Hare threw all his weight and strength upon the Mormon's iron arm. "Naab! Naab! For God's sake, hear! He saved Mescal.
Mormon's daughter, Sarah, according to custom, he was given to this daughter as a wedding present, and thus became the slave and took the name of the Gulleys and lived with them until he became a young man at Smithville, Georgia, in Lee County.
Rebecca took the seat beside Snap, and Hare gulped with a hard contraction of his throat. Mescal was not yet a Mormon's wife! He seemed to be lifted upward, to grow light-headed with the blessed assurance. Then Mescal entered and took the seat next to him. She smiled and spoke, and the blood beat thick in his ears. That moment was happy, but it was as nothing to its successor.
Nobody knows. It's a mystery to all the younger Mormons, anyway." Shefford burned to ask questions about the Mormon whose sealed wife the girl was, but he respected Joe too much to take advantage of him in a poignant moment like this. Besides, it was only jealousy that made him burn to know the Mormon's identity, and jealousy had become a creeping, insidious, growing fire.
He remembered August Naab's magnificent gesture of despair; and now the man was cheerful again; he showed no sign of his great loss. His tasks were many, and when one was done, he went on to the next. If Hare had not had many proofs of this Mormon's feeling he would have thought him callous.
In Salt Lake City, the office of the United States Marshal and even the post-office were watched for the arrival of subpoenas from Washington; men were posted in the streets to give the alarm whenever the Marshal should attempt to serve papers; and before he entered the front door of a Mormon's house, the Church sentry had entered by the back door to warn the inmates.
Lassiter's cool gray eyes seemed to pierce her. "I said I was prepared for anything; but that was hardly true. But why would they anybody stampede my cattle?" "That's a Mormon's godly way of bringin' a woman to her knees." "Lassiter, I'll die before I ever bend my knees. I might be led I won't be driven. Do you expect the herd to bolt?" "I don't like the looks of them big steers.
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