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Updated: June 22, 2025
Peggy Nyland had been suffering mental torture for ages, it seemed to her. Weird and grotesque thoughts had followed one another in rapid succession through her brain. The thing had grown so vivid the horrible imaginings had seemed so real, that many times she had been on the verge of screaming.
So he justified his lack of courage, and spent some hours reading. But at last the strain grew too great, and as the dusk came on he began to have thoughts of Dal Colton. Ben Nyland must have reached home by this time. Had Colton succeeded?
And he had gone away, half convinced that Peggy was right, and that Dale would not molest her. But he had made himself as inconspicuous as possible while in Okar, waiting for the train, and he was certain that none of Dale's men had seen him. Nyland had concluded his business as quickly as possible, but the best he could do was to take the return train that he had told Peggy he would take.
Nyland flung back at them as he raced toward town. "I reckon we might as well go back," said the sheriff to his men. "The clean-up has took place, an' it's all over or Sanderson wouldn't be back. We'll go back to Okar an' have a talk with Silverthorn. An' mebbe, if Dale's around, we'll run into him." The posse, led by the sheriff, returned to Okar.
This man was not a friend of Dale's, and one of the posse had told him of Dale's plan. Nyland mounted his horse again and headed it for the neck of the basin. In his heart was the same lust that had been there while he had been riding toward Okar.
We found them steers in Ben Nyland's corral some of them marked with Ben's brand the Star blottin' out the Double A. An' Miss Bransford admits the steers are hers. They ain't nothin' more to be said." "Yes, there is, Dale," said Miss Bransford. "It is quite evident there has been a mistake made. I am willing to believe Peggy Nyland when she says Ben was asleep in the cabin all night with her.
When I saw her after after I saw Maison layin' there, choked to " "So you saw Maison dead, you say?" "Ben Nyland guzzled him," Dale's lips wreathed in a cynical smile. "Ben thought Maison had brought Peggy to his rooms. You knowed Maison was dead?" Sanderson nodded. "Then you must have been to Okar." He groaned. "Where's Ben Nyland?" "In Okar. He's lookin' for you."
I've cussed myself for doin' it, but I couldn't help it. An' because I couldn't hate you, I tried my best to do things that would make you hate me. "I've deviled Mary Bransford because I thought it would stir you up. I don't care anything for her it's Peggy Nyland that I like. Mebbe I'd have done the square thing to her if I'd been let alone an' if she'd have liked me. Peggy's better, ain't she?
Peggy told him. The man's face grew gray with the great fear that clutched him, and he stepped back; then came forward again, looking keenly at the girl as though he doubted her. "Nyland killed him choked him to death?" he said. Peggy nodded silently. The cringing fear showing in the man's eyes appalled her.
Nyland was a plodder, but there ran in his veins the fighting blood of ancestors who had conquered the hardships and dangers of a great, rugged country, and there had been times when he thought of Dale and the others that his blood had leaped like fire through his veins. Twice Peggy had prevented him from killing Alva Dale.
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