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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Tame that fog-horn, son," advised Wun Hop; but presently he slid three fried eggs from a frying-pan into the plate of the hungry one. "I want y'u boys to finish flankin' that bunch of hill calves to-day," said the foreman, emptying half a jug of syrup over his cakes.
"Shore I reckon he, proved it. Y'u can always tell a horse that loves its master." "Did y'u offer to give Spades back?" "Yes. But Isbel wouldn't take him." "Hah! ... An' why not?" "He said he'd rather I kept him. He was about to engage in a dirty, blood-spilling deal, an' he reckoned he'd not be able to care for a fine horse.... I didn't want Spades. I tried to make Isbel take him.
"Y'u don't say," came the prompt, sarcastic retort. "If you're such a darned good judge of health, y'u better be attending to some of your patients." He jerked a casual thumb over his shoulder toward the bunks on which lay the wounded men. "I shouldn't wonder but what there might be another patient for me to attend to," snarled the foreman. "That so?
I reckon I never was more glad to death to meet a lady than I was to meet up with y'u," he continued, cheerily. "Y'u sure looked good to me as y'u come a-foggin' down the road. I fair had been yearnin' for company but was some discouraged for fear the invitation had miscarried." He broke off his sardonic raillery and let his level gaze possess her for a long moment.
He reached to grasp her. "Up with y'u! ... Put your foot in the stirrup!" His will, like his powerful arm, was irresistible for Ellen at that moment. She found herself swung up behind him. Then the horse plunged away. What with the hard motion and Colter's iron grasp on her Ellen was in a painful position. Her knees and feet came into violent contact with branches and snags.
And an awful surprise flashed over his face. "So help me God!" he whispered, with blood thick in his voice. Then darkly, as one groping, he reached for her with shaking hands. "Y'u y'u white-throated hussy!... I'll ..." He grasped the quivering rifle barrel. Crash! She shot him again. As he swayed over her and fell she had to leap aside, and his clutching hand tore the rifle from her grasp.
"Y'u did get through at last," he drawled insolently. "Well, if y'u'll kindly give orders to your seven-foot dwarf to point the Winchester another way I'll collect my men an we'll be moving." For, though the outlaw had left his men in command of the ranch when he went into the house, he found the situation reversed on his return.
"If I've got to take y'u, then we'll say y'u go dead rather than alive." "He was going to take Nora and me with him," Helen explained to her friends. Instantly the man swung round on her. "But now I've changed my mind, ma'am. I'm going to take my cousin with me instead of y'u ladies." Helen caught his meaning first, and flashed it whitely to her lover. It dawned on him more slowly.
Half a mile from the Isbel ranch the cavalcade passed the log cabin of Evarts, father of the boy who had tended sheep with Bernardino. It suited Gaston Isbel to halt here. No need to call! Evarts and his son appeared so quickly as to convince observers that they had been watching. "Howdy, Jake!" said Isbel. "I'm wantin' a word with y'u alone." "Shore, boss, git down an' come in," replied Evarts.
I never would believe you one not deep in my heart. I wouldn't let myself. I made excuses for you explained everything to myself." "Yet your reason told y'u I was guilty." "Yes, I think my mind hated you and my heart loved you." He adored her for the frank simplicity of her confession, that out of the greatness of her love she dared to make no secret of it to him.
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