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Updated: June 29, 2025
With this and the unquestioning faith in his dream that was a part of him, Casey threw his favorite "packer's hitch" across the packed burros at dawn next morning, boarded his buckskin mule and set off hopefully across the barren valley, heading straight for the distant butte he called Two Peak.
In spite of herself Faith could not resist glancing at her often, and once when she caught her eye she smiled at her pleasantly. The effect was magical. Number 89 soon handed up a check and three yards of ribbon, and as their hands met over the goods she caught and squeezed the "packer's" little finger. "I'm sorry you have such a cough!" Faith whispered the words quickly.
A few rude "stations," half blacksmith shops, half grocery, marked the deserted but wellworn road; along, narrow "packer's" wagon, or a tortuous file of Chinamen carrying mysterious bundles depending from bamboo poles, was their rare and only company.
The bully is always a coward, but there was a good sound spot of right-mindedness, after all, in John Packer's gnarly disposition. As the thought of the price of his trees flitted through John Packer's mind, it made him ashamed instead of pleasing him. He rowed harder for some distance, and then stopped to loosen the comforter about his neck.
"When a survey outfit goes up into the bush, Hollin's picked for the boss packer's job, and when there's a new wagon road to be staked out they generally put him on. A smart man at striking the easiest line through rough country." "That's so," agreed Steve. "Trouble is that he can't stay with it.
"Well, wasn't this a chance? My clothing friend was with me again. I told him the story. 'Soak him good and wet! said he. Together we wrote the following letter, and, you bet your sweet life, I mailed it, signing my packer's name: "'Sir: You wire me to write you "particulars why" I cannot sell you my line of shoes.
And Dan sank down on a big packer's box feeling that he was facing a dissolving world in which he had no place. "Oh, they're not far!" said Pete, a little gruffly; for Dan's tidings had been somewhat of a blow. "The old woman's father died and left a little bit of money, and they bought a tidy little place out on Cedar Place, not far from St. Mary's Church. You'll find them there.
A suggestion so hostile, so unjust, so cruel as this, almost overcame the feeling of veneration which he entertained for his son. "That is really nonsense, Saint George." "Have you looked at the title deeds?" "The title deeds are of course with Mr. Boothby. But Packer knows every foot of the ground, even if I didn't know it myself." "I wouldn't give a straw for Packer's knowledge."
"And I shouldn't be surprised if his father was another! Widower! I never saw the man in my life, but I'd swear it on oath! He is a hypocrite! Packer's father is a damned old Baptist hypocrite!"
"Why wouldn't it be just as well if I told the police of his threat?" asked Aldous, looking across the river with a glimmer of humour in his eyes. "Oh, hell!" was the packer's rejoinder. Slowly he unwound his long legs and rose to his feet. "Take my advice move!" he said. "As for me, I'm going to cross that cussed river this afternoon or know the reason why."
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