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Updated: June 27, 2025
On what authority he acts I neither know nor care. I take my orders from Y.D. Y.D. said cut the hay. I am going to cut it." Transley's muscles could be seen to go tense beneath his shirt. "Who will stop me?" he demanded. "You will be stopped." "The Mounted Police?" There was contempt in his voice, but the contempt was not for the Force.
Even in his anger Y.D. took approving note of the promptness of Transley's decisions and the zest with which his men carried them into effect. "A he-man, that fellow, Zen," he confided to his daughter, "If he'd blowed into this country thirty years ago, like I did, he'd own it by this time plumb to the sky-line." When the list of repairs was completed Linder handed it to Drazk.
Up the valley lay the white tents of Transley's outfit, almost hidden in green foliage; the ford across the river was distinctly visible, and stretching south from it lay, like a great curving snake, the trail which wound across the valley and lost itself in the foothills far to the south; across the western horizon hung the purple curtain of the mountains, soft and vague in their noonday mists, but touched with settings of ivory where the snow fields beat back the blazing sunshine; far down the valley was the gleam of Landson's whitewashed buildings, and nearer at hand the greenish-brown of the upland meadows which his haymakers had already cleared of their crop of prairie wool.
It was late October; the leaves lay thick on the sidewalks and through the parks; there was in all the air that strange, sad, sweet dreariness of the dying summer.... Grant had tried heroically to keep his thoughts away from Transley's wife. The past had come back on him, had rather engulfed him, in that little newspaper clipping.
Can you tell my fortune?" "I should have to read it in your hand." She would have extended her hand, but for Transley's ring. "No.... No. You'll have to read it in in the stars." "Then look at me." She did so, innocently. "I cannot read it there," he said, after his long gaze had begun to whip the color to her cheeks. "There is no answer."
She congratulated herself that she had made a very clever explanation. He put his coat about her shoulders and drew it tight. Then he sat beside her in silence. There were many things he could have said, but this seemed to be neither the time nor the place. Grant was not Transley. He had for this girl a delicate consideration which Transley's nature could never know.
You know I didn't intend to fall asleep." "Of course not. Still...." His voice lingered on it as though it were a delightful remembrance. She found herself holding one of her hands in the other. She could feel the pressure of Transley's ring on her palm, and she held it tighter still. "Riding anywhere in particular?" he inquired. "No. Just mooning."
Supper ended, he put a basin of water on the stove and went out to give his horses their evening attention, after which he had a wash and a careful shave and dressed himself in a light grey suit appropriate to an autumn evening. And then he noticed that he had just time to walk to Transley's house before eight o'clock.
Her face was motionless; her eyes fixed dreamily upon the brown prairies that swept up the flanks of the foothills to the south. Far and away on their curving crests the dark snake-line of Transley's outfit could be seen apparently motionless on the rim of the horizon. Drazk changed his foot on the rail and the motion brought him six inches nearer her.
It was no part of Transley's plan, however, to quite lose touch with the people on the Y.D. They were, in fact, the centre about which he had been doing some very serious thinking. His outspokenness with Zen and her father had had in it a good deal of bravado the bravado of a man who could afford to lose the stake, and smile over it. In short, he had not cared whether he offended them or not.
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