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"You are neither my master nor my slave, but a thing I detest," she said, in a low voice that carried extraordinary intensity. "And obey," he added, suavely. "Come, madam, to horse, for our honeymoon." "I tell you I shall not go." "Then, in faith, we'll re-enact a modern edition of 'The Taming of the Shrew. Y'u'll find me, sweet, as apt at the part as old Petruchio."
"I'd give ten years of my life to stick a gun down his throat an' shoot it off." "All right. Let's rustle. Mebbe y'u'll not have to give much more 'n ten minnits. Because I tell y'u I can find him. It'd been easy but, Jim, I reckon I was afraid." "Leave your hoss for me an' go ahaid," the rustler then said, brusquely. "I've a job in the cabin heah."
"Huh! Wal, what the hell!" rejoined Colter. "We shore did all we could. I reckon y'u think it wasn't a tough job to pack him up the Rim. He was done for then an' I said so." "I'll do all I can for him," said Ellen. "Shore. Go ahaid. When I get plugged or knifed by that half-breed I shore hope y'u'll be round to nurse me." "Y'u seem to be pretty shore of your fate, Colter."
"I'm going to break y'u, my beauty, so that y'u'll come running when I snap my fingers." "We'll see." "And in the meantime I'll go hang your lover." He bowed ironically, swung on his jingling heel, and strode out of the room. She stood there listening to his dying footfalls, then covered her face with her hands, as if to press back the dreadful vision her mind conjured.
"Oh, I'm strong enough." He glanced at Helen. "Perhaps we had better not tire Miss Messiter with it. If y'u'll come to my room " "I should like, above all things, to hear it again," interrupted that young woman promptly. For the man she loved had just come back to her from the brink of the grave and she was still reluctant to let him out of her sight.
"Wal, that's shore a big fight comin' to Grass Valley. My dad says so an' he rides fer yer dad. An' if it comes now y'u'll be heah." "Ahuh!" laughed Jean. "An' what then, boy?" The lad turned bright eyes upward. "Aw, now, yu'all cain't come thet on me. Ain't y'u an Injun, Jean Isbel? Ain't y'u a hoss tracker thet rustlers cain't fool? Ain't y'u a plumb dead shot?
Any man so given over to duty, so plumb loaded down to the hocks with conscience as y'u, will surely come back with a big majority next November." "I ain't askin' for YOUR vote, Mac." "Oh, y'u don't need votes. Just get the King to O. K. your nomination and y'u'll win in a walk." "My friend, y'u better mind your own business.
Y'u don't know what it is, 'n' y'u'll never know; but I'll give yer a chance now fer yer life ef y'u'll sw'ar on a stack o' Bibles as high as that tree thar that y'u'll leave these mount'ins ef I whoops ye, 'n' nuver come back ag'in as long as you live. I'll leave, ef ye whoops me. Now whut do ye say? Will ye sw'ar? "I reckon I will, seem' as I've got to," was the surly answer.
"Colter, y'u'll get hit again if y'u put your hands on me," she said, dark, straight glance on him. A frown wrinkled the level brows. "Y'u mean that?" he asked, thickly. "I shore, do." Manifestly he accepted her assertion. Something of incredulity and bewilderment, that had vied with his resentment, utterly disappeared from his face.
"Man, could I do more?" she demanded, in scorn. "No. But it's a lie," he returned. "Y'u'll get me to take y'u away an' then fool me run off God knows what. Women are all liars." Manifestly he could not believe in her strange transformation. Memory of her wild and passionate denunciation of him and his kind must have seared even his calloused soul.
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