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The verifications of all a Texan's inherited instincts left no doubts, no hopes, no illusions only a grim certainty that this was not conjecture nor probability, but fact. For a moment longer Jean watched the slowly moving dark patch of horsemen against the green background, then he hurried back to the ranch. His father saw him coming strode out as before.
The lash landed with such cutting force that it cut through the Texan's clothing and tore into his flesh. "Now take off yore shirt!" Blacksnake bellowed. "I'm goin' to flay yuh alive! Take it off!" There was no sign of pain in Kid Wolf's face. He was still smiling agreeably. Blacksnake McCoy did not know what was coming. The Texan was not entirely disarmed.
Endicott pressed the outstretched hand with a mighty grip and turned swiftly away to fumble at his latigo strap. And there were tears in the girl's eyes as her fingers lingered for a moment in the Texan's grasp: "Oh, I I'm sorry. "You don't need to be," the man whispered. "You chose the best of the two." He indicated Endicott with a slight jerk of the head.
When Kirby did not answer, Drew's head lifted. He put down his cup and caught the Texan's arm. "He made it out of town; I know that. But where is he?" "Ovah theah." Kirby nodded at the blanket-wrapped figure in the shadows. "Seems like he ain't feelin' too well...." Drew wasted no time in getting to his feet.
The Rio! And the rattlesnake shakes his ornery tail!" The buckskin-clad singer raised his hat in happy farewell. The people of the wagon train answered his shout: "Shore yo' won't go on with us?" "We shore thank yuh for what yuh done, Kid!" Others took up the cry. They hated to lose this smiling young Texan's company. He had saved them from death and worse.
"He was not inattentive, though, to the drift of our talk, for when Hamilton mentioned having been at the Pan-Anglican, and spoke of the effect such conventions should produce, the Texan's cigar came out of his mouth and his blue eyes grew deeper in their sockets as he interrupted us with the remark: 'The conventions of all the Bible-men in the world would not have made La Junta any better if it had not been for Kitty.
In vain the Texan tried to pierce the impenetrable pall of flying dust for a glimpse of a familiar landmark. "We ought to be hittin' that long black ridge, or the soda hill by now," he muttered. "If we miss 'em both God!" The half-breed pushed his horse close beside him: "We mus' got to camp," he announced with his lips to the Texan's ear. "De hosses beginnin' to shake." "How far can they go?"
Well, seems like we hit out across the Llano, aftah all. Let's get a move on, amigo! We've got work to do." The Texan's face, as he swung himself into the saddle, was set and hard. "Oh, I'm goin' back to the Rio Grande! The Rio! For most a yeah, I've been away, And I'm lonesome now fo' me Old Lone Stah! The Rio! Wheah the gila monsters play!"
"It's like the roar of the falls at Niagara," she thought, and spurred her horse close beside the Texan's. "Only seventeen or eighteen miles," she heard him say, as her horse drew abreast. "The wind's almost at our back, an' that'll help some." He jerked the silk scarf from his neck and extended it toward her. "Cover your mouth an' nose with that when she hits. An' keep your eyes shut.
The latter cleared his throat several times before he managed to say, "You don't want me to marry Arline, do you, Mr. Gray?" "Frankly, my boy, I do not." "Why?" "There are many reasons." "What's one?" "I don't think you love her." Briskow stirred. "Is that why you went an' got that di'mon' ring I had made?" When this query met with a nod the young Texan's face flamed and his eyes glowed.
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