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For a long moment their eyes bored into each other. Neither yielded the beat of an eyelid, but it was the outlaw that spoke. "I had forgotten y'u. That's strange, too because it was for y'u I came. I'm going to take y'u home with me. "Alive or dead?" asked the other serenely. "Alive, dear Ned." "Same old traits cropping out again. There was always something feline about y'u.
"Y'u can't have him, Steve. We took him and he's got to hang." The lieutenant of rangers shook his dark curly head. "Won't do, Duffield. Won't do at all," he said decisively. "You'd ought to know law's on top in Texas these days." Tom Long shouldered his way to the front. "Law! Where was the law when this ruffian Kinney shot down my poor brother Dave?
How could I when it is known by everybody? And yet " He smiled. "Why should I trouble y'u, then, with explanations? I reckon we'll let it go at guilty." "Is that all you can say for yourself?" He seemed to hang in doubt an instant, then shook his head and refused the opening. "I expect if we changed the subject I could say a good deal for y'u," he drawled.
The swarthy newcomer, who seemed to be in command, swore sourly. "Y'u put a knot in your tongue, Mr. Foreman." "Ce'tainly, if y'u prefer," returned the indomitable McWilliams. "Shut up or I'll pump lead into you!" "I'm padlocked, seh." Nora Darling interrupted the dialogue by quietly fainting. The foreman caught her as she fell. "See what y'u done, y'u blamed chump!" he snapped.
"Ce'tainly, but if y'u decide that way y'u better step out on the porch and talk it over with us where there ain't ladies present." "Isn't this a costume dance? What's the matter with my guns? I'm an outlaw, ain't I?" "I don't know whether y'u are or not, seh. If y'u say y'u are we're ready to take your word. The guns have to be shucked if y'u stay here.
"Get into these, seh. Denver shucked them for me. That coyote must have noticed what we wore before he slid out. Y'u can bet the orders are to watch for us as we were dressed then." "What are y u going to do?" "Me? I'm scheduled to be Aaron Burr, seh. Missou swaps with me when he gets back here.
"Aw, shut up that kind of gab, will y'u?" broke in Colter, harshly. It amazed Ellen that Colter should dominate her uncle, even though he was wounded. Tad Jorth had been the last man to take orders from anyone, much less a rustler of the Hash Knife Gang. This Colter began to loom up in Ellen's estimate as he loomed physically over her, a lofty figure, dark motionless, somehow menacing.
Shore you ain't goin' to say good mawnin' to this heah bad lot?" drawled Daggs, with good-natured sarcasm. "Why, shore! Good morning, y'u hard-working industrious MANANA sheep raisers," replied Ellen, coolly. Daggs stared. The others appeared taken back by a greeting so foreign from any to which they were accustomed from her. Jackson Jorth let out a gruff haw-haw.
An' through his kiss I learned a difference between men.... Y'u made Lorenzo lie. An' if I had a shred of good name left in Grass Valley you dishonored it.... Y'u made him think I was your girl! Damn y'u! I ought to kill y'u.... Eat your words now take them back or I'll cripple y'u for life!" Ellen lowered the cocked rifle toward his feet. "Shore, Ellen, I take back all I said," gulped Bruce.
"Ask anything y'u like and I'll tell you." "Very well. Who were those men, and why were they trying to kill you?" "They turned their wolf loose on me because I shot up one of them yesterday." "Dear me! Is it your business to go around shooting people? That's three I happen to know that you have shot. How many more?" "No more, ma'am not recently."
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