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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Aw, hell! Thet's different. Every new rancher drives in a few unbranded calves an' keeps them. But stealin' stock thet's different. An' I'd as soon suspect my own son of rustlin' as Wils Moore." Belllounds spoke with a sincere and frank ardor of defense for a young man once employed by him and known to be honest. The significance of the comparison he used had not struck him.
Moaning and wringing her hands, Columbine staggered with the burden of the struggle in her. "I'm quite quite mad or dreaming. Oh, Ben!" she cried. "Brace up, Collie. It's sure hard. Wils, your friend and playmate so many years it's hard to believe! We all understand, Collie. Now you go in, an' don't listen to any more or look any more."
I can't move it!... Oh, but Buster Jack's ruined me!" The hunter pushed him back with gentle hands. "Wils, it might have been worse." "But I never gave up hope," replied Moore, in poignant grief. "I couldn't. But now!... How can you look at that that club-foot, and not swear?" "Well, well, boy, cussin' won't do any good. Now lay still an' let me work.
Reckon I'd better sleep up here with you, Wils." "Won't Old Bill make a kick?" "Let him kick. But I reckon he doesn't need to know anythin' about it. It is cold in here. Well, I'll soon warm it up.... Here's some letters Lem got at Kremmlin' the other day. You read while I rustle some grub for you." Moore scanned the addresses on the several envelopes and sighed. "From home! I hate to read them."
"Lass, it was a fine, brave letter written by a girl facin' an upheaval of conscience an' soul. But in your own trouble you forget the effect that letter might have on Wils Moore." "Ben!... I I've lain awake at night Oh, was he hurt?" "Collie, I reckon if you don't see Wils he'll kill himself or kill Buster Jack," replied Wade, gravely. "I'll see him!" she faltered.
You don't look hurt at all. What a fight you had!... Oh, I was sick! But let me forget that.... How are you? And how's Wils?" Thus she babbled until out of breath. "Collie, it's sure good to see you," said Wade, feeling the old, rich thrill at her presence. "I'm comin' on tolerable well. I wasn't bad hurt, but I bled a lot.
An' he fetched him up to White Slides to accuse Wils Moore.
"Wal, lass, thet might be a good idee," replied the rancher, nodding his grizzled head. "Say, you're sort of wantin' me to keep Wils on." "Yes, dad." "Why? Do you like him so much?" "I like him of course. He has been almost a brother to me." "Ahuh! Wal, are you sure you don't like him more'n you ought considerin' what's in the wind?"
The pale, sweet, resolute face told him much. "Well, now you've waylaid me, what do you want?" she queried, deliberately. "I'm goin' to take you to see Wils Moore," replied Wade, watching her closely. "No!" she cried, with the red staining her temples. "Collie, see here. Did I ever oppose anythin' you wanted to do?" "Not yet," she said. "I reckon you expect me to?" She did not answer that.
"But oh, Ben you don't mean that Wilson would be so base so cowardly?" "Collie, you're a child. You don't realize the depths to which a man can sink. Wils has had a long, hard pull this winter. My nursin' an' your letters have saved his life. He's well, now, but that long, dark spell of mind left its shadow on him. He's morbid." "What does he want to see me for?" asked Columbine, tremulously.
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