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His hair had been combed, and it fell back from the right side of his forehead with a peculiar wave. The moonlight charitably softened the ravages of drink; and his aquiline, well-shaped nose and small, square cleft chin almost gave distinction to his looks. Ranse sat on the foot of the cot and looked at him curiously. "Where did you come from have you got any home or folks anywhere?" "Me?
Ranse thought the game not worth the candle and retired from the partnership, much to Drake's delight. A good preliminary stroke was made by raiding Cartagena. Here Drake found a frigate deserted by its crew, who had gone ashore to see fair play in a duel fought about a seaman's mistress. The old man left in charge confessed that a Seville ship was round the point.
"I told him after dinner when I thought he would be in a good humour. Did you ever wake up a lion, Ranse, with the mistaken idea that he would be a kitten? He almost tore the ranch to pieces. It's all up. I love my daddy, Ranse, and I'm afraid I'm afraid of him too. He ordered me to promise that I'd never marry a Truesdell. I promised. That's all. What luck did you have?"
Curly planted a stinging slap against Ranse's left cheek. The print of his hand stood out a dull red against the tan. Ranse smiled happily. The cowpunchers talk to this day of the battle that followed. Somewhere in his restless tour of the cities Curly had acquired the art of self-defence.
They were regular desperadoes, always, and naturally, at war with the Spaniards, who treated them as vermin to be killed at sight. Drake put the captured negroes ashore to join the Maroons, with whom he always made friends. Then with seventy-three picked men he made his dash for Nombre de Dios, leaving the rest under Ranse to guard the base.
You'll tell us, too, that he got Ranse Roush in a fair fight. But you've got to show us proof," Sanders said with a sneer. "I expect just now you'll have to take my word and his. I'll tell you this. Ranse Roush was a renegade. He was ridin' with a bunch of bronco bucks. They attacked the Roubideau place an' we rode Jim an' I did to help Pierre an' his family.
G'wan or I'll punch some of yer faces." "Drag him out, Collins," said Ranse. Curly took a slide and felt the ground rise up and collide with his shoulder blades. He got up and sat on the steps of the store shivering from outraged nerves, hugging his knees and sneering. Taylor lifted out a case of tobacco and wrenched off its top. Six cigarettes began to glow, bringing peace and forgiveness to Sam.
The man-hunter on the ledge flung a bullet against the protecting boulder. His laugh of cruel derision drifted across the cañon. "Run to earth at last, Ranse Roush!" he shouted, "I swore I'd camp on your trail till I got you you an' the rest of yore poison tribe." From the trapped wretch quavered back a protest. "Goddlemighty, I ain't done nothin' to you-all. Lemme explain."
It was kind of by accident, but it's all right." "You've been like a son to me," said old "Kiowa," trembling. "Tia Juana told me all about it," said Ranse. "She told me how you adopted me when I was knee-high to a puddle duck out of a wagon train of prospectors that was bound West. And she told me how the kid your own kid, you know got lost or was run away with.
Down his back from his mane to his tail went a line of black. He would live forever; and surveyors have not laid off as many miles in the world as he could travel in a day. Eight miles east of the Cibolo ranch-house Ranse loosened the pressure of his knees, and Vaminos stopped under a big ratama tree. The yellow ratama blossoms showered fragrance that would have undone the roses of France.
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