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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Shore I'll be glad to show y'u," she said. "Thanks, miss. Reckon I can breathe easy now," he replied, "It's a long ride from San Diego. Hot an' dusty! I'm pretty tired. An' maybe this woods isn't good medicine to achin' eyes!" "San Diego! Y'u're from the coast?" "Yes." Jean had doffed his sombrero at sight of her and he still held it, rather deferentially, perhaps.
Yet all the while there was manifest in his strung frame an almost irrepressible violence, held in abeyance to his will. "That aboot your bein' so good?" he inquired, with a return of the mocking drawl. "Never mind what's past," she flashed, with passion dark as his. "I've made my offer." "Shore there's a lie aboot y'u somewhere," he muttered, thickly.
"Do you have to 'get even'? Among friends is that necessary?" she asked shyly. "I hope not. If it is, I'm sure bankrupt Even my thanks seem to stay at home. If y'u hadn't done so much for me, perhaps I could tell y'u how much y'u had done But I have no words to say it." "Then don't," she advised. "Y'u're the best friend a man ever had. That's all I can say."
Isbel took off his cap and crushed it nervously in his bare, brown hand. "Good mornin', Miss Ellen!" he said. Ellen did not return his greeting, but queried, almost breathlessly, "Did y'u come by our ranch?" "No. I circled," he replied. "Jean Isbel! What do y'u want heah?" she demanded. "Don't you know?" he returned. His eyes were intensely black and piercing.
She was looking directly at him as she spoke. "Your cousin is rather a remarkable man in some ways. He manages to live on the best that can be got in tin-can land." "Did he tell y'u he was my cousin?" he asked, slowly. "Yes, and that his name was Ned Bannister, too?" "Did that explain anything to y'u?" "It explained a great deal, but it left some things not clear yet." "For instance?"
While he spoke her lashes drooped quickly, her face softened, and the color came back to it. She began intertwining her fingers, and would not look up at him. "Ef y'u hates me like the rest uv ye, why don't ye say it right out?
He's got such a restless disposition he might commit suicide by reaching for it." "What do y'u think you're going to do with me now y'u have got me, Cousin Ned?" "We're going to turn y'u over to the United States Government." "Guess again. I have a thing, or two to say to that." "You're going to Gimlet Butte with us, alive or dead." The outlaw intentionally misunderstood.
A happy smile shone in his eyes. "I belong to you, do I? That's good hearing, girl o' mine." His arm went round her and he stroked the black head softly. "I'll not be gone long, dear. Don't y'u worry about me. I'll be back with y'u soon; just as soon as I have finished this piece of work I have to do." "But if you should get if anything should happen to you?" "Nothing is going to happen to me.
For Morgan, ignorant of who was sitting quietly with his back to him at the faro-table, was venting his hate of Bannister and McWilliams. "Both in the same boat. Did y'u see how Mac ran to help him to-day? Both waddies. Both rustlers. Both train robbers. Sho! I got through putting a padlock on me mouth. Man to man, I'm as good as either of them damn sight better.
"I've whooped ye, Jas," Rome said, at last; "I've whooped ye in a fa'r fight, 'n' I've got nothin' now to say 'bout yer tall talk, 'n' I reckon you hevn't nuther. Now, hit's understood, hain't it, that y'u'll leave these mount'ins? "Y'u kin go West," he continued, as the Lewallen did not answer. "Uncle Rufe used to say thar's a good deal to do out thar, 'n' nobody axes questions.
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