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The act was without premeditation; her whole being was insistent upon it. She wondered if it was the sheepman from Las Palmas; if he had, perhaps, a wife and children. Then she stopped suddenly; a new thought had come to her. Strange, inexplicable even, it had not suggested itself before. She wondered who the other man was, the man who had done the killing. And what had happened to him?
I did not. "Well," he proceeded, "over in Scotland when a feller sees a sheepman coming down the road with his sheep, he says: 'Behold the gentle shepherd with his fleecy flock! That's poetry. Now in Montana, that same feller says, when he sees the same feller coming over a ridge with the same sheep: 'Look at that crazy blankety-blank with his woolies! That's fact.
Mackenzie said it so quickly, so positively, that Tim glowed and beamed as never before. He slapped the simpleton of a schoolmaster who had come into the sheeplands to be a great sheepman on the back with hearty hand, believing he had swallowed hook and all. "Done! The day you marry Mary you'll have your five thousand sheep along wi' her! I pass you my word, and it goes."
Cass did not expect this, for the owner of the Circle C was a man whose word was better than most men's bond. But the agreement had been forced upon him through a trick. How far he might feel this justified him in ignoring it the sheepman did not know. O'Connor got the Circle C on long distance. It was the clear contralto of a woman that answered his "Hello!" "Is this Miss Cullison?" he asked.
Curly and I found something else, too the old shirt from which the cloth was cut." The sheepman swept him with one of his side-long, tiger-cat glances. "Where did you find it?" "In a barrel back of the Jack of Hearts." "Now, if you only knew who put it there," suggested Cass, with ironic hopefulness. "It happens I do.
Thereupon a violent discussion arose over the question of the right of a sheepman to claim first grass for his flocks, and Gregg boasted that he cared nothing for "the dead-line." "I'll throw my sheep where I please," he declared. "They've tried to run me out of Deer Creek, but I'm there to stay. I have ten thousand more on the way, and the man that tries to stop me will find trouble."
One after another the herders clambered back and squatted idly against the cool cliff, smoking and dangling their polished carbines; the sheep, left standing upon the rock, huddled together and stood motionless; the goats leapt nimbly up on adjacent bowlders and gazed across the river intently; then, throwing up his hand again, the sheepman spurred his black mule recklessly into the water, waving his big hat as he motioned for the sheep to cross.
I must see Mr. Simms at once." "Guess you've got a long walk ahead of you then," laughed the sheepman. "Boss Simms is up to Forsythe." "Is his family at the ranch?" asked Tad. "I reckon the women folks is. You seem to be in a hurry, pardner." "I am. I must hurry." Wondering at the haste of the disreputable looking youngster, the sheepman watched him until he had gotten out of sight.
Galloping ahead of them in an avalanche of rocks was the band of loose horses that Alvarez had seen in the redondo that morning, and with the instinct of their kind they were making for their old stamping ground. Once more the sheepman leaped up from his place and scampered down the hill to his herd, rounding up his pack animals as he ran.
It happens that we expect to make a living off of sheep. Now, we don't want to start in by quarreling with our neighbors, and we don't want our neighbors to start any quarrel with us. All we want " "Mamma! You're taking a fine way to make us love yuh," Weary cut in ironically. "I know what you want. You want the same as every other meek and lovely sheepman wants.
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