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Updated: May 4, 2025
"First, I'll tell you something else, something that nobody in the neighborhood knows but you and Jim Yeager. I belong to the ranger force. Lieutenant O'Connor sent me here to clean up this rustling that has been going on for several years." "And a lot of the boys thought you were a rustler yourself," she commented. "So did one or two of the young ladies," he smiled.
I don't blame Harrison for getting sore." "He's sore all right. That's what I came to see you about. He's a rowdy, Harrison is. And he'll make you trouble." "Most generally I don't pack a gun," Yeager observed casually. "It won't be a gun play; not to start with, anyhow. He used to be a prizefighter. He'll beat you up." "Well, it don't hurt a man's system to absorb a licking once in a blue moon."
It's life, you know," I concluded cheerfully. "Oh, I see. A man has to love a nice girl or two as an educative process." Her voice trailed into the rising inflection of a question. "Then the right girl ought to thank me for helping to prepare Mr. Yeager for her if I am." "That's a point of view worth considering," I assented. "But I suppose she will never even know my name," she mused.
Yeager relocked the door and drove the staple back into the wood with the end of his rifle by steady pressure and not by blows. Steve led them through the bear grass into the pasture and across it to the river-bank. Here, under the heavy shadows of the overhanging cottonwoods, he outlined his plans. Threewit spoke aloud his fears. "But, good Lord! what chance have we got?
His superior officer flashed a quick look at him. "That is a bridge we shall cross when we come to it. Meanwhile I say adios, Señor Yeager. Shall I send you the padre?" "Thanks, no! But remember this. You stake your whole future on the treatment you give Miss Seymour. If you don't play fair with her, you lose." Ramon clapped his hands three times. A soldier entered the room.
Before I had waltzed twice with Evelyn her buccaneer cousin had dissolved into a myth. When Yeager came ashore next morning he brought a piece of news. Henry Fleming had taken a boat during the night and escaped. "If I run across him I'll curl his hair for him," Tom promised with a look that made me think he would keep his word. But I was not sorry Fleming had taken French leave.
Time you had ridden twenty miles through the hot sun with that wound you would have been in a raging fever." "One way and another I'm quite in her debt." "That's so," agreed Yeager, intent on his work. She refused to meet the nester's smile. "Fiddlesticks! You talk mighty foolish, Jim. I wouldn't go away and leave a wounded dog if I could help it." "Suppose the dog were a sheep-killer?"
"Pedro is a straight-up rider, but he ain't got it in him to master Teddy no; nor no man ain't," contributed Yeager again proudly. "Hawsses is like men. Some of 'em can't be broke; you can only kill them. Teddy's one of them kind." Dick differed, but did not say so. "Look at him now. There he goes weaving. That hawss is a devil, I tell you.
I was already fathoms deep in love, and my lady did not in the least particularly seem to favor me. There were moments when hope was strong in me. I magnified a look, a word, the eager life in her, to the significance my heart desired, but reason told me that she gave the same friendly comradeship to Blythe and Yeager.
She had nothing to say, and he saw she was obstinately determined to carry her point. Finally, with a little chuckle at her stubbornness, he gave in and turned round. "All right. Yeager's it is. We're acting like a pair of kids, seems to me." This last with a propitiatory little smile toward her which she disdained to answer. Yeager saw them from afar, and recognized the girl.
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