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She was a-grinnin' sorta slylike, as though somethin' pleased her." When Lawler returned to the Circle L ranchhouse he found that Mary had gone East, to school. She had left for Willets on the second day following Lawler's departure; and Mrs. Lawler had already received two letters from her. Mrs.
They knew each time a girl spent a quarter for a cheap sailor collar or a pair of near-silk stockings. Ray Willets, who wanted passionately to be different, whose hands so loved the touch of the lacy, silky garments that made up the lingerie and negligee departments, recognised the perfection of Miss Jevne's faultless realness recognised it, appreciated it, envied it. It worried her too.
Lawler, watching the herd. "Eight thousand head," Lawler replied. "We're starting a thousand toward Willets today." "Have you seen Gary Warden? I mean, have you arranged with Warden to have him take the cattle?" Lawler smiled. "I had an agreement with Jim Lefingwell. We made it early last spring." "A written agreement?" "Shucks no. I never had a written agreement with Lefingwell. Never had to.
They were aware of the hazards that confronted Lawler and his men hazards enough without the additional menace of the invisible power, of which most of the inhabitants of Willets knew nothing. However, Caldwell knew. He was standing in the doorway of the Willets Hotel; and his face was drawn and seamed with gravity as he watched. Gary Warden knew.
Caldwell, of the Star, and Barthman, Littlefield, Corts, Sigmund, and Lester who are ranch owners near Willets told me to come down here and ask you what can be done. I'm asking you." Hatfield eyed Lawler steadily as the latter talked; his gaze did not waver as Lawler concluded. But a slight stain appeared in his cheeks, which instantly receded, leaving them normal again.
It had been nearly eleven o'clock when Warden sent the wire and allowing for some minutes of waste time before the message could be delivered, and the space of time that must elapse before Lawler could reach Willets even if he came on a special train he knew that Lawler could not arrive before the early hours of the morning. Lawler, Warden knew, would be in a killing mood when he reached Willets.
There he took a bite to eat and exchanged his horse for another, a favourite of his, named Button. The two men asked no questions. "See Mrs. Johnson go through?" asked the Senor from the saddle. "Yes, about three o'clock. Brent Palmer driving her. Bound for Willets to visit the preacher's wife, she said. Ought to catch up at the Circle I. That's where they'd all spend the night, of course.
There were many men on the street; for word had been brought in regarding the big fight between the Circle L outfit and the rustlers and a doctor had gone, summoned to the Hamlin cabin by a wild rider on a jaded horse and Willets' citizens were eagerly curious. And when they saw Lawler coming, swaying in the saddle as he rode, they began to run toward him.
The secretary smiled slightly at sight of the weapons, but he said no word as he advanced to the desk and placed a telegram before Lawler. He stood, waiting respectfully, as Lawler read the telegram. It was from Moreton: "Governor Lawler: There's something mighty wrong going on in Willets. Slade and his gang struck town this morning. He was with Warden all day in the Wolf.
Ray Willets bore the fairy garment away with her. She bore it tenderly, almost reverently. It was more than a garment. It represented in her mind a new standard of all that was beautiful and exquisite and desirable.
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