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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Haw-haw! ... Wal, Jim, I'll rustle a bit down the trail an' wait. No huntin' Jean Isbel alone not fer me. I've had a queer feelin' about thet knife he used on Greaves. An' I reckon y'u'd oughter let thet Jorth hussy alone long enough to " "Springer, I reckon I've got to hawg-tie her " His voice became indistinguishable, and footfalls attested to a slow moving away of the men.
"Jean, I take particular pains to show y'u where this hole is," said Blue, "because if the gang runs out y'u could duck in there an' hide. An' if they run out into the yard wal, y'u'd make it a sorry run fer them.... Wal, when y'u've crawled up close to Greaves's back door, an' waited long enough to see an' listen then you're to run fast an' swing your ax smash ag'in' the winder.
"Y'u know what I mean," he retorted. Voice and action were subtly unhinging this man's control over himself. "Maybe I don't. I reckon y'u'd better talk plain." The rustler had clear gray-yellow eyes, flawless, like, crystal, and suddenly they danced with little fiery flecks. "The last time I laid my hand on y'u I got hit for my pains. An' shore that's been ranklin'."
"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.
I was hopin' y'u'd love me! ... An' now that Isbel gang has corralled us. Somers seen the half-breed up on the rocks. An' Springer seen the rest of them sneakin' around. I run back after my horse an' y'u." "But Uncle Tad! ... We mustn't leave him alone," cried Ellen. "We've got to," replied Colter, grimly. "Tad shore won't worry y'u no more soon as Jean Isbel gets to him."
It was bright moonlight without, and in it she saw the villainous face of a man looking in upon her. Her eyes met his, and she uttered an exclamation. "Hello!" he exclaimed, in surprise. "Come to, have y'u?" Stella made no reply. "Thought fer a while that y'u'd slipped over the Great Divide," the fellow continued.
I wanted ye to know the truth, 'n' I 'lowed y'u'd believe me ef I tol' ye myself. I've been a-waitin' thar in the lorrel fer ye sence mornin'. Uncle Gabe tol' me ye come hyeh ever' day. He says I've got to go. I've been hopin' I mought come out o' the bushes some day. But Uncle Gabe says ever'body's ag'in' me more' n ever, 'n' that the soldiers mean to ketch me.
"Hello, Johnny!" he said, genially, and with a double purpose. "My name's Jean Isbel. By Golly! I'm lost in Grass Valley. Will you tell me where my dad lives?" "Yep. Keep right on, an' y'u cain't miss him," replied the lad, with a bright smile. "He's lookin' fer y'u." "How do you know, boy?" queried Jean, warmed by that smile. "Aw, I know. It's all over the valley thet y'u'd ride in ter-day.
"I swear I didn't. I bought him traded with Slater for him.... Honest to God, I never had any idea he was stolen! ... Why, when y'u said 'that horse y'u stole, I felt as if y'u'd knifed me...." Ellen sat at the table and listened while her father paced to and fro and, by his restless action and passionate speech, worked himself into a frenzy.
The hoof beats pounded to a solid thumping halt just outside. "Jim thar's hell to pay!" rasped out a panting voice. "Wal, Springer, I reckon I wished y'u'd paid it without spoilin' my deals," retorted Colter, cool and sharp. "Deals? Ha! Y'u'll be forgettin' your lady love in a minnit," replied Springer. "When I catch my breath." "Where's Somers?" demanded Colter.
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