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Updated: June 14, 2025
They wrung from him, a scrap at a time, the story Yankie had told his confederates at the camp-fire. A statement of the facts was drawn up and signed by Roush under protest. It was witnessed by the four men present. Devil Dave was locked up and Dumont brought back to the office of the sheriff.
Dad swore us Clantons to wipe out the whole clan of 'em. Every last man in the hills that was decent got to cussin' the Roush outfit. Their own friends turned their backs on all three. Then the sheriff come up from the settlemint an' they jest naturally lit out. "I heerd tell they were in Arizona an' after dad died I took after 'em. But seemed like I had no luck.
"You'll make one if you don't," said Prince pointedly. He stood poised, every nerve and muscle set to a hair-trigger for swift action. Of those facing him not one of the six but knew they would have to pay the price before they could exact vengeance for the death of the Roush brothers. "What's the use of beefing?" grumbled a one-armed puncher in the rear. "They shot up three of our friends.
"Get up," ordered Clanton in disgust. Roush rose stiffly. Jim swung to the saddle of the horse beside him. "Hit the dust," he told his captive. The rider followed the footman to the top of the bluff. Here Roush was instructed to mount the horse Clanton had been astride all night.
Ranse Roush and the red-haired preacher had ridden into the clearing and were dismounting. They had with them a led horse. "Fix up some breakfast," ordered Ranse. The young wife flushed. She resented his tone and his manner. Like Dave, he too assumed that she had come to be a drudge for the whole drunken clan, a creature to be sneered at and despised. Silently she cooked a meal for the men.
It was firmly fixed in his mind that he had been sent as the appointed executioner of the man. It was no surprise to Jim when the face of his sister's betrayer lurched forward into the smoke. He heard Roush fall heavily to the floor and saw the weapon hurled out of reach. The fellow lay limp and still. Clanton did not waste a second look at the fallen man.
The boy laughed again, but there was something very far from mirth in the sound of that chill laughter. "If you won't guess I'll have to tell you Ever hear of the Clantons, Ranse Roush? I'm one of 'em. Now you know what chance you got to talk yoreself out of this thing." "I I'm glad to meet up with you-all. I got to admit that the Roush clan is dirt mean. Tha's why I broke away from 'em.
It could not come any too soon to suit the one-armed man. "Meanin' you if you want to take it that way." Albeen looked straight at him with an unwinking gaze. "You're not the only man on the reservation that wears his gun low, Roush. Maybe you're a wolf for fair. I've sure heard you claim it right often. You're a two-gun man. I pack only one, seem' as I'm shy a wing.
For he knew his sister to be stubborn as old Clay himself, and he feared lest they drive her to the arms of Bad Dave Roush. "I reckon you was talkin' to yo'self, mebbe," he suggested. "I reckon." They walked home together along a path through the rhododendrons. The long, slender legs of the girl moved rhythmically and her arms swung like pendulums.
When at last Ranse Roush and the red-headed preacher left the cabin, both of them were under the influence of liquor. Dave had drunk freely himself. 'Lindy would have given her hopes of heaven to be back safely in the little mud-daubed bedroom she had called her own. Three days later 'Lindy wakened to find a broad ribbon of sunshine across the floor of the cabin.
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