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He was th' only man dared face him an' hold his own. Last's was th' only head th' weaker faction had, its master their only leader. While he lived we had some show, us leetle fellers. Now there ain't no leader. Th' ranchers'll go out fast now. It'll be a one-man valley." In the soft darkness Tharon took the extended hand, held it a moment and laid her other one upon it.
"Straight killin's too good for him. I want to smash him first." "Tharon, mi Corazon," said Anita, stopping soft-foot beside her, "it is bad for one to talk so, to himself. The Evil One works on the mind that way." Tharon laughed. "Perhaps, Anita," she said shortly, "it is with the Evil One I have t' do, an' no mistake."
Between this and that standing spire and pinnacle she went, with a strong certainty that presently stirred Billy to speech. "Tharon, dear," he said gently, "hadn't we better leave a mark or two along this-a-way? Ain't you got no landmarks?" "Can if you want," the girl said briefly, "I don't need landmarks." "Then how you know the way? There ain't no one knows th' Cañon Country but Courtrey."
He held his hat against his breast with one hand and came forward with the same quickness, holding out the other. Tharon was not used to shaking hands with strange men. She gave her hand diffidently, because he so evidently expected it, and took it away swiftly. "My name," he said, "is Kenset David Kenset, and I am from Washington, D. C." He might as well have said Timbuctoo.
"'It's shore, says Enright, when he an' Todd is conversin' tharon, 'the most giant serpent I ever sees without the aid of licker. An' when he goes streakin' off into the gloom, bein' amazed an' rattled by your cries, he leaves, so far as I'm concerned, a trail of relief behind. "'What for was his rattles like? says Todd; an' he gets pale at the mere sound of Enright's talk.
Now he held a gun woman's hand in the thin shade of a willow clump in the heart of Lost Valley and the blood surged in his ears, the levels and slopes danced before his vision. "Miss Tharon," he said, for the first time using her given name, "I beg your pardon. You are strong, simple, serene. You know your land and its ways.
"It's one evenin' an' the moon is swingin' high in the bloo-black heavens an' looks like a gold doorknob to the portals of the eternal beyond. Texas Thompson fixes his eyes tharon, meditative an' pensive, an' then he wonders: "'Do you-all reckon, now, that folks is livin' up thar? "'Whatever do you think yourse'f, Colonel? says Enright, passin' the conundrum over to the editor of the Coyote.
Let Tharon hear these children when they speak. Let Tamenund listen!" Standing straight and tall there in the starlight, he drew his blanket across his eyes. The Oneidas and the Stockbridge did the same. Slowly, timidly, in compliance with my whispered bidding, the slender, trembling hands of Lois unlaced my throat-points to the shoulder, baring my chest.
"You're some range man t' make any such a comparison," said Curly with conviction, "there ain't no artificial water-well extent that can hold a candle t' th' real livin' springs of a cattle country, when they're such bubblin', shinin' beauties as th' Springs of Last's." "You're right, Curly," said Tharon quietly from under the light, "there's nothin' like them.
"Hell!" she said softly, "where did you get that?" "At the mouth of Black Coulee, at dusk a week ago." For a long moment Tharon studied the saddle. Then her gaze dimmed, lengthened, went beyond into infinitude. The pupils of her eyes drew down to tiny points of black against the brilliant blue. At last she turned and held out a hand, rising from her elbow.
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