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Updated: May 23, 2025
She recalled vividly the words of astonishment and hate with which the women had greeted her mother on the morning when the news came that Edward Wetherford was among the invading cattle-barons was, indeed, one of the leaders.
It was amazing to Cavanagh to witness his change of manner. Soon a pan of water was steaming, and some hot stones were at the sufferer's feet, and when Wetherford appeared at the door of the tent his face was almost happy. "Kill a sheep. There isn't a thing but a heel of bacon and a little flour in the place."
"Now don't get to thinking you've got it. I don't see how you could attach a germ. The high altitude and the winds up there ought to prevent infection. I'm not afraid for myself, but if you're able, perhaps we'd better pull out to-morrow." Later in the day Wetherford expressed deeper dejection. "I don't see anything ahead of me anyhow," he confessed.
It hurt him to hear her call Eliza Wetherford mother. He wanted to forget her origin for the moment. He was not in love with her far from it! But she was so alluring, and the proprietress of the Wetherford House was not nice, and that made one doubt the daughter. She broke the silence. "It seems dreadfully dark and mysterious up there." She indicated his path. "It isn't as bad as it looks.
It was all a part of his almost involuntary campaign to win Virginia's love. The impulse had been lawless, lawless as the old-time West, and the admission cut deep into his self-respect. It was again dusk as he rode up to his own hitching-pole and slipped from the saddle. Wetherford came out, indicating by his manner that he had recovered his confidence once more.
All the next day, while Wetherford pottered about the cabin or the yard, Cavanagh toiled at his papers, resolved to leave everything in the perfect order which he loved. Whenever he looked round upon his belongings, each and all so redolent of the wilderness he found them very dear. "Some of them must go with me," he said.
Then, seeing that Wetherford was really in earnest, he added: "You can stay with me as long as you wish. Perhaps in time you might be able to work into the service as a guard, although the chief is getting more and more insistent on real foresters." There were tears in Wetherford's eyes as he said: "You cannot realize what this clean, warm uniform means to me.
There was a certain comic relief in this long-distance diagnosing of a "case" by a boy, and yet the tragic fact beneath it all was that Wetherford was dying, a broken and dishonored husband and father, and that his identity must be concealed from his wife and daughter, who were much more deeply concerned over the ranger than over the desperate condition of his patient.
As it was he had to skip the range, and hain't never been back. I don't s'pose folks will lay it up agin you bein' a girl but they couldn't no son of Ed Wetherford come back here and settle, not for a minute. Why, yore ma has had to bluff the whole county a'most not that I lay anything up agin her. I tell folks she was that bewitched with Ed she couldn't see things any way but his way.
I was here when the shooting took place." "So you were. Well, since then much has happened to us all," he explained to the ranger. "There wasn't room for a dashing young blood such as Ed Wetherford was in those days." He turned to Lee. "He was no worse than the men on the other side it was dog eat dog; but some way the people rather settled on him as a scapegoat.
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