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Deveny paused, the sentence unfinished, for the girl turned abruptly from him and walked to Harlan. "That was Laskar the man you killed just now?" "Laskar an' Dolver," relied Harlan. "There was three of them your father said. One got away in the night, leavin' Dolver an' Laskar to finish the job. I run plumb into them, crossin' here from Pardo.
He sagged back, resting his weight on the right elbow, and looked steadily at the rider the look of a wounded animal defying his pursuers. "Get goin'!" he jeered. "Do your damnedest! I heard that sneak, Dolver, yappin' to you. You're 'Drag' Harlan gun-fighter, outlaw, killer! I've heard of you," he went on as he saw Harlan scowl and stiffen. "Your reputation has got all over.
"You charged this man with murdering my father?" she demanded of Deveny as she walked to him and stood, her hands clenched, her face dead white and her eyes blazing hate. "You know better. I heard Strom Rogers tell Meeder Lawson that it was Dolver and Laskar and somebody he called the 'Chief, who did it. I want to know who those men are; I want to know where I can find them!
Harlan was convinced that one of the motives behind the subtle aggressions of the men was a yearning for the gold that Morgan had left in fact the presence of Dolver and Laskar at Sentinel Rock and Morgan's word to him about the gold provided sufficient evidence on that score.
You blowed Dolver apart for killin' that damned, slick-eyed pardner of yourn Davey Langan. Do you want to know who sent Langan out? I'm tellin' you it was me! Me me!" He fairly yelled the last words, and stiffened, holding the fingers of his right hand clawlike, above the butt of the holstered pistol.
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