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When I git my answer mebbe I'll go. But I don't 'low to leave till then." "I'll meet ye there if I kin git out. Now go," she begged. The man vanished in the pawpaws. He moved as silently as one of his Indian ancestors. 'Lindy waited, breathless lest her brother should catch sight of him. She knew that if Jimmie saw Roush there would be shooting and one or the other would fall.
The color ebbed from the face of the wife. One of her hands clutched at the back of a chair till the knuckles stood out white and bloodless. Her eyes fastened with a growing horror upon those of the red-headed man. She had come to the edge of an awful discovery. "You're no preacher. Who are you?" "Me?" His smile was cruel as death. "You done guessed it, sister. I'm Hugh Roush Dave's brother."
Nor could he yet convince himself, in spite of the challenge that rang in the words of the boy, of serious danger from so unlikely a source. Dave Roush had been watching the boy closely. A likeness to someone whom he could not place stirred faintly his memory. "Who are you? What's yore name?" he snapped out. The boy had risen from the chair. His hand rested on his hip as if casually.
"Cayn't you-all hear?" demanded the man with the shock of unkempt, red hair. "I hear, but I'm not comin' right away. When I do, you'll wish I hadn't." If a bomb had exploded at his feet Hugh Roush could not have been more surprised. He was a big, rough man, muscular and sinewy, and he had been the victor of many a rough-and-tumble fight.
He knew New Mexico when Los Portales was a whistlin' post in the desert. He's fought through this war an' come through richer than when he started. If I was lookin' for an easy mark I'd sure pass up Webb." "He's got you lads buffaloed," jeered Roush. "Webb looks like anybody else to me. I don't care if he's worth a million. If he fools with me he'll find I fog him quick."
The older man looked at him in astonishment. "But he is only a child, Polly! Cela me passe!" "Mebbe I am only a kid," the boy retorted resentfully. "But I reckon I'm man enough to handle any Roush that ever lived. I wasn't askin' for help from you-uns that I heerd tell of." The younger man laughed. He was six or seven years older than the girl, who could not have been more than seventeen.
But he did not let his piety interfere with the feud. Within the year, pillar of the church though he was, he had been carried home riddled with bullets. Of the four men who had waylaid him two had been buried next day and a third had kept his bed for months. He ate for a time in dour silence before he turned harshly on 'Lindy. "You ain't havin' no truck with Dave Roush are you?
"Maybe Roush an' Champa have been given orders to take care of Jim." Jean doubted this and said so. "Snaith doesn't play his hand under the table. But, of course, Sanders may have tipped 'em off to do it." Clanton joined them presently and the three men walked downtown. The gay smile dropped from Jim's face the moment he stepped down from the porch.
Ranse Roush Pays Jim Thursday knew that his sole chance of success lay in reaching the fork of the cañons before the Indians. So far he had been lucky. Three Apaches had gone to their happy hunting ground, and though both he and Billie were wounded, his hurt at least did not interfere with accurate rifle-fire. But it was not reasonable to expect such good fortune to hold.
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.
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