Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 17, 2025
"That is perfectly true, I admit; but still you can see the grief under which she labours, because her name is not yet cleared from the odium of the crime. You will excuse me, Speed, if I say that you seem to be working more in the interests of Stratton's journalistic success than in the interests of Mrs. Brenton's good name."
He glanced at Miss Thorne to find her regarding him with something of the same anxious scrutiny he had noticed in her aunt. Her gaze was instantly averted, and a faint flush tinged her cheeks, to be reflected an instant later in Stratton's face. "By the way," he said hurriedly, annoyed at his embarrassment, "do you happen to know where the men are? I thought I'd hunt them up.
Stratton's erect, broad shoulders, the lean length of him, the way he held his head, gave Jessup a curious, unexpected impression of strength and ability and power. Buck's eyes were set straight ahead and his clean-cut profile, clearly visible in the luminous starlight, had a look of sensitiveness and refinement, despite the strength of his jaw and chin and the somberness of his eyes.
Stratton's lips twitched slightly. "I've worked around cattle all my life." "Then naturally it would be all right. I should be very glad to hire you. Tex Lynch usually looks after all that, but he's away this afternoon and there's no reason why I shouldn't " Her quaint air of dignity was marred by a sudden, amused twitch of the lips. "I'm really awfully pleased you did come to me," she smiled.
Buck shrugged his shoulders. "He didn't mention any particular time for that. I should think it would be two or three weeks, at least." "Hell!" The young fellow's fingers twisted the coverlet nervously. "Don't yuh believe I could er ride before that?" he added, almost pleadingly. Stratton's eyes widened. "Ride!" he repeated. "Where the deuce do you want to ride to?"
The man you've known as Green is Buck Stratton himself." Lynch's lids flashed up. "Yuh lie!" he murmured. "Stratton's dead!" "Nothing like it," retorted the sheriff. "The papers got it wrong. He was only badly wounded. This fellow here is Buck Stratton, and he can prove it." A spasm quivered over Lynch's face. He tried to speak, but only a faint gurgle came from his blood-flecked lips.
Last I heard he was goin' to try the Flyin'-V's, but that was six months or more ago." Buck's shoulders straightened and his chin went up with a sudden touch of swift decision. "Got a horse I can hire?" he asked abruptly. Pop hesitated, his shrewd gaze traveling swiftly over Stratton's straight, tall figure to rest reflectively on the lean, square-jawed, level-eyed young face.
"The people ought to fix it up," said one informant: "it is a good thing for Kirtland;" the force of which remark I did not realize till I called upon an old Mormon woman who was said to have the keys. Inquiry at her little cabin resulted in my being directed to "go to Electy Stratton's."
It was only by chance that I knew anything of the matter, and this merely through once meeting the lady at Mrs Stratton's house some time after Mr Moses had died. On that occasion Mrs Lane had a young daughter with her; I knew nothing of any other members of the family.
"The trouble with 'Main Street' is not that it isn't the truth but that it isn't nearly the whole truth. Now Sherwood Anderson " "Tennyson. Who was Tennyson? He died young." "Well, if that is Clara Stratton's idea of how to play a woman who did." The two sentences seem to come from no one and arrive nowhere. They are batted out of the conversation like toy balloons.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking