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Updated: June 27, 2025
The meeting with the little boy and the quick friendship and confidence which had been formed between them; the mishap, and the trip to the house by the river these were logical and easily followed. But why, of all the houses in the world, should it have been Zen Transley's house?
Near at hand frolicking flames were working about the base of the hill, and far down the valley and over the foothills the flanks of the fire stretched like lines of impish infantry in single file. Suddenly she heard the sound of hoofs, and a rider drew up at her side. She supposed him one of Transley's men, but could not recall having seen him in the camp.
It was mid-afternoon when he overtook Transley's outfit, now winding down the southern slope of the tongue of foothills which divided the two valleys of the Y.D. Pete, wet over the flanks, pulled up of his own accord beside Linder's wagon. "'Lo, George," said Linder. "What's your hurry?" Then, glancing at his saddle, "Where's your blanket?"
"I don't notice that you have ever figured very high in profits on your own account," Grant retorted. "Your usefulness has been in making them for other people. I suppose if I would let you help to swell my bank account you would work for me for board and lodging, but as I refuse to do that I shall have to pay you three times Transley's rate.
It was magnificent; more beautiful and more expensive than anything her father ever bought her. She hesitated strangely about putting it on. To Zen it seemed that the putting on of Transley's ring would be a voluntary act symbolizing her acceptance of him.
"Linder, make a list of what repairs are needed and Drazk will ride to town with it at once. Some of them may have to come out from the city by express. Drazk can get the orders in and a team will follow to bring out the repairs." In a moment Transley's men were busy with wrenches and hammers, replacing knives and appraising damages.
Linder glanced back to see each wagon or implement take up the slack with a jerk like the cars of a freight train; the cushioned rumble of wagon wheels on the soft earth, and the noisy chatter of the steel teeth of the hay-rakes came up from the rear. Transley's "outfit" was under way. Transley was a contractor; a master of men and of circumstances.
He had not gone out of his way to seek information of the contractor, but it rather had been forced upon him. Transley's name was frequently heard in the offices of the business men with whom he had to do; it was mentioned in local papers with the regularity peculiar to celebrities in comparatively small centres. Transley, it appeared, had become something of a power in the land.
But why this sudden worry over me? I was merely spending the evening at a neighbor's." "Yes at Transley's. Transley was in town, and Mrs. Transley is not responsible where you are concerned." "Linder!" "I saw it all that night at dinner there. Some things are plain to everyone except those most involved.
That was Transley's morality; Transley, the Usurper, who had bullied himself into possession of this heart which he had never won and could never hold; Transley, the fool, frittering his days and nights with money!
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