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So swiftly had she walked! It behooved her to hide such excitement as had dominated her. And to that end she slowed her pace, trying to put her mind on other matters. The children saw her first and rushed upon her, so that when she reached the cabin door she could not well have been otherwise than rosy and smiling. Mrs. Andrews, ruddy and strong, looked the pioneer rancher's hard-working wife.
All that he had said about Muriel applied with equal force to her. She had yielded to a mad infatuation, and returning sanity had brought her a crushing sense of shame. She might have made a costly sacrifice for the rancher's sake, flinging away all she had hitherto valued; she had sought him, humbled herself to charm him, and he had never spared a tender thought for her.
Anybody Injuns, greasers or anything else gets what he wants and no questions asked if he works for the Company." "But that's different, you see," explained Deck. "We have an arrangement with the Company by which they hold out from each man's pay the amount of my bills against him." "I understand that, but you'll find out that it's the rancher's trade that'll keep you going.
A man lived there, and raised this alfalfa for the mules of the borax miners. He lived there alone and his was indeed a lonely, wonderful, and terrible life. At this season a few Shoshone Indians were camped near, helping him in his labors. This lone rancher's name was Denton, and he turned out to be a brother of a Denton, hunter and guide, whom I had met in Lower California.
This settled, Transley proceeded to interest Y.D. in the work in which he was now engaged. He drew a picture of activities in the little metropolis such as stirred the rancher's incredulity. "Well, well," Y.D. would say. "Transley, I've known that little hole for about thirty years, an' never seen it was any good excep' to get drunk in.... I've seen more things there than is down in the books."
"Let go of her," the man ordered, harshly. Sorenson looked about over his shoulder. "Keep out of this, and get out," he answered. Johnson leaped forward and struck the other on the jaw. The cattleman releasing his hold on Janet staggered back, at the same time thrusting a hand under his coat. But the rancher's pistol was whipped forth first. "You'd try that game, would you?"
That strikes me as about the limit of wrong-headedness, particularly as I'm not suggesting that we should make friends." The elder man was possessed by a fixed idea and his prejudices were strong, but he was, nevertheless, a judge of character, and the rancher's manner impressed him. He took the chair. "I believe I owe my life to you or your hired man. I find the situation embarrassing."
He intimated delicately that a rancher's life was lonely at best, and enriched the tender intimation with the assurance that he was more than fond of enchiladas, frijoles, carne-con-chile, tamales, adding as an afterthought that he was somewhat of an expert himself in "wrastlin' out" pies and doughnuts and various other gastronomical delicacies.
"I guess you mean well enough, Lablache. But say, ask the child yourself." The other shook his massive head. "I have she has refused." "Then why in thunder do you come to me?" The angry light was again in the rancher's bloodshot eyes. "Why? Because she will marry me if you choose. She can't refuse she dare not." "Then, by God, I'll refuse for her " He paused disconcertedly in his wrath.
That was the question which was ever in the young rancher's mind and which he dare not answer as he believed the probabilities required. There was no getting away from the fearful truth. The vigilance of his father and Tim might enable them to stand off the Sioux as long as daylight lasted.
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