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"I went to Embree's for the linen thread, and he had just opened some English gauzes and lute-strings. Mrs. Willets was choosing a piece for a new gown, for she is to dine with the President next week, and she was so polite as to ask my opinion about the goods.
The latter approached him warily, seeming doubtful of what might be in store for him from a man, who though governor thus carried the body of a man on his shoulder. But he listened respectfully when he observed the clear sanity of Lawler's eyes. "This man is leaving Willets immediately!" said Lawler. "He's going East, to the end of this line at my expense.
It had been that spirit that had always enraged Antrim that had always made him realize his inferiority to her husband, and to the steady-eyed son who had shamed him publicly at Willets. It was a thing that physical violence could not conquer; it revealed a quiet courage that had always disconcerted him. "Hell!" he sneered; "you can't come any of that high an' mighty stuff on me!"
"My Love is a rider And broncos he breaks, But he's given up riding And all for my sake, For he found him a horse And it suited him so That he vowed he'd ne'er ride Any other bronco!" he warbled, and then in the same breath: "Say, boys, did you get onto the pisano-looking shorthorn at Willets last week? "Nope."
He walked into the room where Angela was now lying on the operating table in the centre of the room. A six-globed electrolier blazed close overhead. At her head was Dr. Willets, administering the anæsthetic. On the right side was Dr. Lambert, his hands encased in rubber gloves, bloody, totally unconscious of Eugene, holding a scalpel.
He rode down the slope of the valley on a horse he had hired at Willets, and came upon Lawler, who was standing at the corral gates, looking across the enclosure at the workmen who were bustling about the ranchhouse. Metcalf regarded Lawler critically before he dismounted; and then he came forward, shook Lawler's hand and again looked him over.
Though I knew Pete Willets as a quiet, gentle shoemaker in whom seemed no guile, I wanted to be alone to think and read and write. Wednesday noon Pete Willets drove up, accompanied by a grubby Woman whom at first glance I did not relish. "Hello, Johnnie, Frank said we could use the shack for a day or two."
All the beef cattle in the section, with the exception of three thousand head still held by Lawler, at the Circle L, had been shipped eastward, and Willets would now descend to supine indifference to considerations of gain. Lafe Corwin was tilted back in a big wooden chair near the big, roaring-hot stove in the lounging-room of the Willets Hotel. His clerk could attend to the store.
There would be no difficulty in reaching Willets, for the wind that was coming over the plains now was mild almost warm. He went inside, told Della, and began to make preparations for the ride.
And yet when darkness came that night they had reached the Rabbit Ear where two nights before Blackburn had held the first herd. It was late in the afternoon of the second day when Lawler and his men came within sight of Willets. They drove the second herd to where Blackburn and his men were holding the first. Leaving Blackburn to make arrangements for camp, Lawler rode on into Willets.
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