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Updated: June 21, 2025
Everybody believes Mart is a hoss thief an' sheep-stealer an' all that, but he hain't ever been caught at it. He's purty thick with Barry Lapelle. Moll Hawk sez her dad'll kill her if he ever finds out she come to me with this story. Seems that Barry an' Violy are calculatin' on gettin' married an' the old woman objects.
I'm jest tellin' this to show you what a woman'll do when she once makes up her mind, an' maybe Violy ain't any different from the rest of 'em." "Nevertheless, Viola is not that kind," asserted Kenneth, stubbornly. "She may be in love with Lapelle, but if she has made up her mind to be married at her mother's house, that's the end of it. See here, Stain, I've been thinking while you were talking.
"Not from where you stood. The winders on the river side air open, an' you c'n see into the house. On the side facin' this way, Jack's got curtains hangin'. Well, Mrs. Gwyn took Violy 'round on t'other side where she could look inside. Maybe you didn't hear what they was sayin' when we fust beared 'em talkin'. Well, I did.
"I mean about stealin' Miss Violy Gwyn an' takin' her away with him?" "I want to thank you, Moll, for sending me the warning. It was splendid of you." "Oh, I didn't do it beca'se " she began, somewhat defiantly, and then closed her lips tightly. The sullen look came back into her eyes. "I understand. You you like him yourself." "Well, whut ef I do?" she burst out. "Hit's my look-out, ain't it?"
"No, suh, hit ain' Mrs. Gwyn. Hit's Miss Violy. 'Pears lak she comin' over here, suh. Leastwise she come out'n de gate kind o' fast-like, gotten a shawl wrap aroun' " Kenneth waited for no more. He dashed from the house and down to the fence, where stood Viola, pulling at the swollen, water-soaked gate peg. She was bareheaded, her brown hair hanging down her back in long, thick braids.
I tole Miss Violy I wanted fer you to have it with you while you wuz off fightin' the Injuns, an' she said she'd love me to her dyin' day if I would give you the loan of it. Mebby you don't believe in charms an' signs an' all setch, but it can't hurt you to carry it an' an' hit's best to be on the safe side. Please keep it, Mr. Gwynne." It was a round object no bigger than a hickory nut.
I heared Violy say, plain as day, 'I don't keer what you say, mother, he swore to me he never plays except fer fun. An' Rachel Gwyn, she sez, 'There ain't no setch thing as playin' fer fun in that place, so don't talk foolish. That's all I heared 'em say, an' they ain't spoke a word sence." "Come along, Stain," said Kenneth, starting forward.
"Yes," said Kenneth briefly. "Was there anything else?" "Nothin' to amount to anything. Violy sez, 'When did you get the linx skins, Ike? an' I sez, 'Last Friday, Miss Violy, an' she sez, 'Ain't they beautiful? an' I sez " "She wants me to come to her house?" broke in Kenneth, his brow darkening. "I reckon so." "Well, I thank you, Mr. Stain.
Moll sez she believes Violy knows about the plan an' sort of agrees to " "I don't believe it, Stain," broke in Kenneth. "She would not lend herself to a low-down trick like that." Stain shook his head. "They say she's terrible in love with Barry, an' gosh only knows what a woman'll stoop to in order to git the man she's set her heart on.
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