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Updated: June 28, 2025
I'm going to send you back to your father, Brandon, senior, in worse condition than when you left, ten years ago." He sneered as Trevison started and stepped on the floor, rigid. "How did you recognize me?" Curiosity had dulled the young man's passion; his tone was hoarse. "How?" Corrigan laughed, mockingly.
From where he stood he could see straight down the railroad tracks to the cut, down the wall of which, some hours before, Trevison had ridden the black horse. The dinky engine, with its train of flat-cars, was steaming toward him. As he watched, engine and cars struck the switch and ran onto the siding, where they came to a stop. Corrigan frowned and looked at his watch.
But then, a man told his questioner, Corrigan claimed Trevison had choked the banker to death. He could believe both claims, or neither. So far as the man himself was concerned, he was not going to commit himself. But if Trevison had done the job, he'd done it well. The seekers after information rode out of Manti on the run.
His horse leaped as he drove the spurs in, cruelly, but at the distance of a hundred yards he was not more than a few feet in advance of the others and they, disregarding the rules of the game were trying to pass him. "There ain't a bit of sense of takin' any risk," objected Levins from the security of the communal chamber, as Trevison peered cautiously around a corner of the adobe house.
Corrigan glanced at the man, his lips curling. "You might guess," he said through his teeth. "That fellow Trevison is a bad actor," continued the clerk. "And say," he went on, confidentially; "not that I want to make you feel bad, but the majority of the people of this town are standing with him in this deal. They think you are not giving the land-owners a square deal.
Halting in the shadow of it, they held a hurried conference, and then separated, Trevison going toward the engine, already set up, with its flimsy roof covering it, and working around it for a few minutes, then darting from it to a small building filled with tools and stores, and to a pile of machinery and supplies stacked against the wall of the butte.
Broom handles will be barred that day." Braman was silent and uneasy as he watched Trevison reach into a pocket and withdraw a leather bill-book. From this he took a paper and tossed it in through the opening of the wire netting. "Cash it," he directed. "It's about the matter we were discussing when we were interrupted by our bloodthirsty friend, there."
There was a breathless period, during which every man seemed to be waiting for his neighbor to take the initiative. They wanted a leader. And he appeared, presently a big, broad-shouldered man forced his way through the crowd and halted in front of the Judge. "I reckon we'll protect you, Judge. Just spit out what you got to say. We'll stand by you. Where's Trevison?"
His deeds, his manner, his claims, she arrayed against Corrigan and his counter-claims and ambitions, and was surprised to discover that were she to be called upon to pass judgment on the basis of this surface evidence she would have decided in favor of Trevison.
There was a short silence; Rosalind saw the men gather close they were talking, but she could not hear their voices. Then the man who had spoken first stepped to the edge of the cut and called: "What do you want?" The girl answered: "I want to speak with Mr. Trevison." "Sorry, ma'am," came back the voice; "but Trevison ain't here he's at the Diamond K." Rosalind reached a decision quickly.
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