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Updated: April 30, 2025
But this time y'u're different.... An' wal, I'm gettin' tired of it." Here the cool, slow voice of the Texan sounded an inflexibility before absent, a timber that hinted of illimitable power. Ellen Jorth shrugged her lithe shoulders and, slowly rising, she picked up the little rifle and turned to step into the cabin. "Colter," she said, "fetch my pack an' my blankets in heah."
"Well, I'm a-comm' up to eat dinner with ye to-morrer," he answered, with a laugh, " fer I know ye'll git one. Y'u're on hand fer most o' the matches now. Wild turkeys must be a-gittin' skeerce." The girl smiled, showing a row of brilliant teeth between her thin, red lips, and, without answering, moved toward the group of mountain women.
Far as I can make out y'u got troubles enough of your own," retorted the nettled sheriff. "Y'u don't need to tell me that, Tom Burns' Y'u ain't a man nothing but a stuffed skin worked by a string. When that miscreant Bannister pulls the string y'u jump. He's jerked it now, so y'u're taking us back to him. I can prove that coyote Morgan shot at me first, but that doesn't cut any ice with you."
When this procession entered Meeker's yard, Blue was lagging behind. "Blue, how air y'u?" called Blaisdell, with concern. "Wal, I got my boots on anyhow," replied Blue, huskily. He lurched into the yard and slid down on the grass and stretched out. "Man! Y'u're hurt bad!" exclaimed Blaisdell.
"Well, ma'am, it's this way," explained the foreman with a grin. "Y'u're right pleasant and friendly, but the boys have got a savvy way down deep that y'u'd shuck that friendliness awful sudden if any of them dropped around with 'Object, Matrimony' in their manner.
"Y'u're drawing the dead-line," the other acknowledged, indolently. "It won't take ten words to tell y'u what I want and mean to have. I'm giving y'u two minutes to hand me over the body of Ned Bannister. If y'u don't see it that way I'll come and make a lead mine of your whole outfit." "Y'u can't come too quick, seh. We're here a-shootin', and don't y'u forget it," was McWilliams's prompt answer.
"One or the other," admitted Bannister. "Are y'u in on this thing?" "I surely am. Y'u're the best man I've met up with in a month of Sundays, seh. Y'u ain't got but one fault; and that is y'u don't smoke cigareets. Feed yourself about a dozen a day and y'u won't have a blamed trouble left. Match, seh?"
The bay horse champed his bit and tossed his head. "Why do you hate me so?" he asked. "I just happen to be my father's son. I never harmed you or any of your people. I met you ... fell in love with you in a flash though I never knew it till after.... Why do you hate me so terribly?" Ellen felt a heavy, stifling pressure within her breast. "Y'u're an Isbel.... Doon't speak of love to me."
Blaisdell placed a huge, kindly hand on his shoulder. "Brace up, son!" he said, with voice now clear and resonant. "Shore it's what your dad expected an' what we all must look for.... If yu was goin' to kill Jorth before think how shore y'u're goin' to kill him now." "Blaisdell's talkin'," put in Blue, and his voice had a cold ring. "Lee Jorth will never see the sun rise ag'in!"
"Southeast y'u see the Sierra Anchas," said the girl pointing. "That notch in the range is the pass where sheep are driven to Phoenix an' Maricopa. Those big rough mountains to the south are the Mazatzals. Round to the west is the Four Peaks Range. An' y'u're standin' on the Rim."
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