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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Y'u CAN play," was all he said, but the manner of it spoke volumes. For nearly an hour he kept her at the piano, and when at last he let her stop playing he seemed a man transformed. "You have given me a great pleasure, a very great pleasure, Miss Messiter," he thanked her warmly, his Western idiom sloughed with his villainy for the moment.
"Miss Messiter, I'm certainly under an obligation to y'u I can't repay. Y'u saved my life," he finished gravely. "Nonsense." "Fact." "It isn't a personal matter at all," she assured him, with a touch of impatient hauteur. "It 's a heap personal to me."
"I'm no younger than you are," came her quick, indignant retort. Thus boldly accused of his youth, the foreman blushed. "I didn't mean that. Miss Messiter said she was an old lady " "You needn't tell fibs about it. She couldn't have said anything of the kind. Who are you, anyhow?" the girl demanded, with spirit. "I'm the foreman of the Lazy D, come to get Miss Darling.
He laughed grimly. "I have to be all eyes and ears in my business." "Is your business of a nature so sensitive?" "As much so as stocks on Wall Street. And we haven't any ticker to warn us to get under cover. Do you take cream in your coffee, Miss Messiter?" She looked round in surprise. "Cream?" "We're in tin-can land, you know, and live on air-tights. I milk my cow with a can-opener.
She had expected the West and its products to exhilarate her, but she had not looked to find so finished a Mephisto among its vaunted "bad men." He was probably overrated; considered a wonder because his accomplishments outstepped those of the range. But Helen Messiter had quite determined on one thing. She was going to meet this redoubtable villain and make up her mind for herself.
"Get a jump on you, then. Miss Messiter, would you like to look over the place?" "Not now. I want to see the men that were hurt. Perhaps I can help them. Once I took a few weeks in nursing." "Bully for you, ma'am," whooped Mac. "I've a notion those boys are sufferin' for a woman to put the diamond-hitch on them bandages."
"In the meantime I was going to say that though most of my interests are in sheep instead of cattle " "I thought most of your interests were in other people's property," interrupted the young woman. "It goes into sheep ultimately," he smiled. "Now, what I am trying to get at is this: I'm in debt to you a heap, Miss Messiter, and since I'm not all yellow cur, I intend to play fair with you.
He talked of many things Helen Messiter did not understand, of incidents in his past life, some of them jerky with the excitement of a tense moment, others apparently snatches of talk with relatives. It was like the babbling of a child, irrelevant and yet often insistent.
A bullet sang past, cutting a line that left on one side of it Bannister, on the other Miss Messiter and her foreman. Instantly the two men slid from their horses on the farther side, dragged down the young woman behind the cover of the broncos, and arranged the three ponies so as to give her the greatest protection available.
"Oh, I'm strong enough." He glanced at Helen. "Perhaps we had better not tire Miss Messiter with it. If y'u'll come to my room " "I should like, above all things, to hear it again," interrupted that young woman promptly. For the man she loved had just come back to her from the brink of the grave and she was still reluctant to let him out of her sight.
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