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"Columbine is my daughter!" replied the hunter. "Ah!" breathed Belllounds. "She loves Wils Moore, who's as white a man as you are black." Across the pallid, convulsed face of Belllounds spread a slow, dull crimson. "Aha, Buster Jack! I struck home there," flashed Wade, his voice rising. "That gives your eyes the ugly look.... I hate them lyin', bulgin' eyes of yours.
"Say, Buster Jack, don't get any idee thet my ole pard Wade was shootin' at your head. Aw, no!" The other rustlers understood then, if Belllounds had not, that the situation was in control of a man not in any sense ordinary. "Cap, did you know Buster Jack accused my friend, Wils Moore, of stealin' these cattle you're sellin'?" asked Wade, deliberately.
But I reckon the boys will stay, exceptin', mebbe, Wils. An' it'll be jest as well fer him to leave." "It's not good business to send away your best cowboy. I've heard you complain lately of lack of men." "I sure do need men," replied Belllounds, seriously. "Stock gettin' more 'n we can handle. I sent word over the range to Meeker, hopin' to get some men there.
"It's as plain as your nose, Montana, an' thet's shore big enough," returned Lem, with a hard light in his eyes. "Buster Jack's busted out, an' he's figgered Wils in some deal thet's rung in the sheriff. Wal, I'll fetch Wils." And, growling to himself, the cowboy slouched off after his horse. Wade got up, deliberate and thoughtful, and started away.
They're half starved." "Wal, thet's worried me more'n you'll guess," declared Belllounds, with irritation. "What do a lot of cow-punchin' fellars know about dogs? Why, they nearly ate Bludsoe up. He wouldn't feed 'em. An' Wils, who seemed good with dogs, was taken off bad hurt the other day. Lem's been tryin' to rustle feed fer them.
Bludsoe wrenched the other's hands free, and, pulling the gun, he essayed to throw it. But Belllounds blocked his action and the gun fell at their feet. "Grab it!" sang out Bludsoe, ringingly. "Quick, somebody! The damned fool'll kill Wils." Lem, running in, kicked the gun just as Belllounds reached for it. When it rolled against the fence Jim was there to secure it.
All things being by effect common betweene them; wils, thoughts, judgements, goods, wives, children, honour, and life; and their mutual agreement, being no other than one soule in two bodies, according to the fit definition of Aristotle, they can neither lend or give ought to each other.
What if she happened to meet him! Would he imagine her purpose in coming there? Her heart began to beat unwontedly. "Suit yourself, lass," replied Mrs. Andrews, kindly. "I know you and Wils quarreled, for he told me. An' it's a pity.... Wal, if you must go, I hope you'll come again before the snow flies. Good-by." Columbine bade her a hurried good-by and ventured forth with misgivings.
There was burden enough, however, and Wade had set this day to make important decisions about Moore's injured foot. He had dreaded to remove the last dressing because conditions at that time had been unimproved. He had done all he could to ward off the threatened gangrene. "Wils, I'm goin' to look at your foot an' tell you things," declared Wade, when the dreaded time could be put off no longer.
There's a cowboy, Wils somethin', who rode up here with some medicine fer me some they didn't have when I was thar. You'll like thet boy. I seen he was sweet on the gal an' I sure couldn't blame him." Bent Wade removed his pipe and let out a strange laugh, significant with its little note of grim confirmation. "What's funny about thet?" demanded Lewis, rather surprised.
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