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As she watched Warden, who was smiling at the empty corral, she withdrew her elbows from the window-sill, twisted around, so that she faced Warden, and idly twirled the felt hat that she took from her lap. "Does something please you, Gary?" she asked with slight, bantering emphasis. Warden's smile broadened. "Well, I'm not exactly displeased." "With Willets and the rest of it?"
They're figurin' to stay there. An', Lawler they're Blondy Antrim an' his gang of cutthroats!" When Gary Warden stepped off the east-bound train at Willets one evening in April to be met by Singleton, who had been apprised of the day of his coming and who had been in town for two days waiting there was an expectant smile on his face. A change seemed to have come over the town.
That Willets still breathed was the only feature of his case that gave him any hope. Harry shot an inquiring glance at his father, and receiving only a cold stare in return, hurried from the room, his steps growing lighter as he ran. Kate must hear the good news and with the least possible delay. He would not send a message he would go himself; then he could explain and relieve her mind.
"But accordin' to what I hear, Kane ain't goin' to marry no ignoramus exactly, for he's took a shine to Ruth Hamlin, Willets' school teacher. She's got a heap of brains, that girl, an' I reckon she'd lope alongside of Kane, wherever he went." The woman frowned. "Is Mr. Lawler going to marry Ruth Hamlin?" Corwin looked sharply at her. "What do you suppose he's fannin' up to her for?" he demanded.
Willets had plenty of space in which to grow, and the location of the buildings on their sites, seemed to indicate that their builders appreciated the fact that there was no need for crowding. Between each building was space, suggestive of the unending plains that surrounded the town.
On the Monday following thousands swarmed down upon the store again, but not in such overwhelming numbers. There were breathing spaces. It was during one of these that Miss Myrtle, the beauty, found time for a brief moment's chat with Ray Willets. Ray was straightening her counter again. She had a passion for order. Myrtle eyed her wearily.
I looked forward to a week's peace, before they descended on the camp again. But I had a premonition that there was to be no peace for me there. For Randall had said to me before he drove away.... "You know Pete Willets? Well, he's liable to come here for a few days, during the week ... a nice quiet fellow though ... won't disturb you." The thought of another visitor did disturb me.
There had been a day when Willets was but a name, designating a water tank and a railroad siding where panting locomotives, hot and dry from a long run through an arid, sandy desert that stretched westward from the shores of civilization, rested, while begrimed, overalled men adjusted a metal spout which poured refreshing water into gaping reservoirs.
But he said nothing as he urged Red King over the Willets trail, riding at a fair pace, not so steady in the saddle as he had been. His face was chalk white, but there was a set to his lips and a glow in his eyes that told Shorty there was no use in arguing. Shorty permitted Lawler to hold the lead he had taken when they reached the Willets' trail.
It was from Keppler, saying that he would be glad to buy all of the Circle L cattle at thirty dollars a head. Lawler stuck the telegram in a pocket and went out, mounting Red King and riding through Willets. Darkness had come, and there were few persons on the street, and Lawler did not stop. A little later he was talking with Blackburn at the camp fire, his voice low and earnest.
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