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Updated: May 24, 2025
The highest type of patronage was to be catered to. Therefore the women in the lingerie, negligée, millinery, dress, suit and corset sections were requested to wear during opening week a modest but modish black one-piece gown that would blend with the air of elegance which those departments were to maintain. Ray Willets of the lingerie and negligée sections read her order slip slowly.
As long as I am resident buyer at Willets you'll never ship a hoof through me. Understand that! You can drive to Red Rock and be damned! If you'd been halfway decent about this thing; if you hadn't come swaggering into my office trying to dictate to me, and calling me a liar, I'd have kept Lefingwell's agreement with you!" "Then Lefingwell wasn't the liar," smiled Lawler; "you're admitting it."
You can say you were at the hotel all the time. And Keller will support your word." "I presume I shall have to go to Willets since I have to lie!" she said, wrathfully. "Yes," said Lawler incisively; "it takes courage to be truthful, Miss Wharton. But if a person always tells the truth " "Shut up!" she said savagely; "you make me sick!" She glared malignantly at him. "Ugh, I positively loathe you!
I can come back here and no one will ever know the difference." "I don't want to see your mother!" she sneered. "I'd be afraid she would be something like you! Ugh! I hate you!" "There is only one other way," smiled Lawler. "I know Keller, the owner of the Willets Hotel, very intimately. I can take you there, at night after the storm breaks. No one need know.
But there was a light in Corwin's eyes which told that he was not unaware of the significance of Lawler's trip to the capital with McGregor. There came a day when Corwin and his brother-delegates got on a train at Willets and were taken to the capital. And there came another day when they returned.
All the little sagging lines about her mouth showed up sharply, defying years of careful massage. The floor manager bent his stately head and listened. Then, led by Miss Jevne, he approached Ray Willets, whose deft fingers, trembling a very little now, were still pretending to adjust the perfect pink-satin bow. The manager touched her on the arm not unkindly.
It was late when Caldwell and the others rode out of town, heading into the darkness toward their ranches to prepare their herds for the drive to the company corral at Willets. But before they left, Caldwell visited Warden's office, in which, all evening, a light had glowed. Warden's expression indicated he had expected the cattlemen to surrender.
Ray Willets finished straightening her counter. Trade was slow. She moved idly in the direction of the black-garbed figure that flitted about in the costly atmosphere of the French section. It must be a very special customer to claim Miss Jevne's expert services. Ray glanced in through the half-opened glass and ivory-enamel doors. "Here, girl," called Miss Jevne. Ray paused and entered.
The vacancy of her gaze lifted; her movements quickened; she left off staring at the desert, and her rawhide toys were neglected. Before starting, Senor Johnson gave her a check book. He explained that there were no banks in Willets, but that Goodrich, the storekeeper, would honour her signature. "Buy what you want to, honey," said he. "Tear her wide open. I'm good for it."
Far away into the west they could see a break in the mesa where it sloped down to merge into the plains near Willets. The men knew that beyond that break ran the steel rails that connected the town with Red Rock, their destination.
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