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Updated: June 28, 2025
In Garman's Who did you do business with?" "The Prairie Highlands outfit Senator Fairclothe is its president. Do you run up there?" "No. It's bad enough to get up to what they call the Colony; never been there myself," said the stranger, "but you're beyond that. We don't go there ourselves." "How far up do you go?" "To what's on the maps as the Colony. Get there at about noon."
I'm going to make you last a long time after you begin to shriek and beg me to kill you, and every minute of it will be to me like a dream come true. Buck me, will you? Then come to me!" The last words were accompanied by a sudden jerk. Garman's arms licked out viciously and Roger found himself clasped to his enemy's breast.
Higgins awaited the expected onslaught merrily; Blease was hopeful of revenge; and Roger, as he lay with his rifle ready, smiled because Annette was out of Garman's power. Wherever she was, he felt she was safe.
He would be too obsessed with thought for gratifying his revengeful lust to trouble about Payne's land. Roger related briefly the fact of Garman's visit, omitting mention of Annette. "Then he'll be coming back to clean us up, you think?" asked Higgins hopefully. "I think so I've got good reasons for believing so," replied Roger.
It won't take long after he gets to work." "I am glad to hear that, too. If I can do anything to assist you in getting your drainage work done, pray command me." "Just what I told him, Senator," boomed Garman's voice behind them. "We want to help him get his improvement work done promptly."
Then Garman laughed softly, for his paws dropped upon Roger's wrists, as he threw himself face downward upon the ground. Roger was on top but for a moment he was helpless, his wrists imprisoned beneath Garman's body. "The Mexican buzzards, sonny; the little fierce fellows. I've got you; I've got you sure this time."
He leaped ashore as the tug ran close to an out-jutting point of high land below Garman's, and cut straight across the prairie toward his camp. The sunburst of dawn was at its gaudiest when he came within sight of the tents and he caught the glint of sun on the bare matchets of the clearing gang as the men prepared for the day's work.
Nothing would please Garman better than for him to plunge blindly into a hopeless battle. As Roger thought over the situation his anger rose and clarified. He realized now what a poor figure he had cut face to face with Garman, and he understood why. Garman had dominated him, and made him appear the baffled victim of Garman's superiority. Garman had dominated him, had played with Mrs.
As the last rays of the setting sun were gilding the palm tops Roger pushed aside a curtain of moon vine and looked out upon Garman's house and the little lake beyond. To his surprise the Egret lay at the dock, the captain on the bridge, ready to start downstream. Higgins, Davis and Willy High Pockets were standing near the pergola looking toward the house.
At the mention of Garman's name, Blease's thin figure seemed to collapse. "Garman? Garman don't know we're here, does he? Are are you a friend of Mr. Garman's, suh?" "I think," replied Payne, "he is the worst enemy I've got. Do you know him?" After a long pause Blease said slowly: "I was his caretaker over there once." "What do you think of him?"
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