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"If it is Blenham," Steve offered coldly, "and if you are playing square with me, how does it happen that he can get away with a thing like this? Right under your nose and you not know? It sounds You know how it sounds, Barbee." "I don't know how he does it," growled Barbee. "I don't know how a man could run off a string of cows like that in them mountains an' not leave no tracks.
And so, though it appeared that all of the time in the world was theirs for loitering for it should be a simple matter to come to Red Creek well in advance of Blenham and his dupe Terry yielded to her excitement, Steve yielded out of hand to the lure of Terry, and, quite gay about it, they sped away through the moonlight.
"Havin' stuck up me an' Blenham you oughtn't to have no trouble over there!" "How many men?" demanded Steve quietly. "Thirteen, if I counted right, eh, Woods? That's no kind of a number to pin your hopes on!
Now, I'm going outside. You and Blenham stay in here until I call for you. I'll shut the door; you leave it shut. Take time to roll yourself a smoke and think things over before you start anything, Joe Woods." Then swiftly he whipped open the door, stepped out, and snapped it shut after him. "I'm taking a chance," he muttered, his eyes hard, his jaw set and thrust forward. "A good long chance.
Here was a Packard to deal with and Whitey Wimble when taking over the destiny of the Old Trusty had been set clear in the matter that he had a ripe, old feud to maintain; and still, looking at it the other way, here was a man who carried the sign of Joe Woods's fist upon his bruised face, who announced that he was out to get Blenham, that there was open trouble between him and old man Packard.
"You can keep the change out'n that," he said contemptuously. It was nothing new in the experience of Blenham, could be nothing unforeseen for any ranch foreman, to have his authority called into question, to have a rebellious spirit defy him. If he sought to remain master, the foreman's answer must be always the same. And promptly given.
Unless your grandfather'll do the right thing by you an' call all ol' bets off an' give you a free hand an' a fresh start?" "All of which you rather doubt, eh, Bill?" Royce nodded gloomily. "I guess we've gone at things sort of back-end-to," he said regretfully. "You'd ought to have seen him first, hadn't you? An' then you kicked his pet dawg in the slats when you canned Blenham.
With her purchases stowed away in a cracker-box Terry turned again toward the ranch. In the ordinary course of events Terry should have returned to her home well ahead of Blenham. But this afternoon she made a wide, circling detour to chat briefly with Rod Norton's young wife at the Rancho de las Flores, and so came under the Temple oaks after dusk.
The frightened horse was plunging, running, dragging a man whose body was whipped this way and that. "I promised a long time ago," whispered Barbee, "that I'd get you, Blenham." "Guy Little!" The old man's voice boomed out mightily as the old man himself strode back and forth impatiently in the big barn-like library of his ranch home.
It seemed to him that young Barbee was pale and grew paler; that a shiver ran through him; that he was, for the moment, like one drugged. And, side by side, two emotions, both primal and unmistakable, peered out of his eyes: a savage hatred of Blenham, a leaping greed of gold. Thus for a little forgetting his own interest in this scene, Packard watched, wondering what the outcome would be.
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