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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Sim," said Wid Gardner, as he cast a frowning glance around him, "take it one way with another, and I expect this is a leetle the dirtiest place in the Two-Forks Valley." The man accosted did no more than turn a mild blue eye toward the speaker and resume his whittling. He smiled faintly, with a sort of apology, as the other went on. "I'll say more'n that, Sim.
Why? They been busting up threshing machines acrosst the range the paper's been full of it. Why? They've got in here, and that's all about it. Well, fellers, you reckon we're goin' to stand fer this sort of Bolshevik business on the Two-Forks?"
There had been a miracle in Two-Forks Valley. The two men were astir long before dawn. Wid Gardner first kicked off his blankets. "I'll find me a horse," said he. "You git breakfast, Sim, if you can." He went into the darkness of the starlit morning.
Sim Gage had lived here for some years now, and his homestead, originally selected with the unconscious sense for beauty so often exercised by rude men in rude lands, was considered one of the best in the Two-Forks Valley. "Feller, he loses hope after a while," began the owner of the place after a considerable silence. "Look at me, for instance.
He was a tall and thin man, much stooped, who, as far as the memory of man, had always lived here in Two-Forks Valley. "Well, you heard the news, I reckon," said he to his neighbors. Both men nodded. "Big Aleck told me he was working on the Government job. He said he was going on up with his team to help finish some roads."
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