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Updated: June 13, 2025
But he watched Laskar as the latter edged away from the other men, and when he saw Laskar's eyes widen with the thought that precedes action, with the gleam that reflects the command the brain transmutes to the muscles, his right hand flashed downward toward the hip. With a grunt, for Harlan had almost anticipated his thoughts, Laskar's right hand swept toward the butt of his pistol.
"Then," said Deveny, "according to what you say, Harlan will come here as soon as Morgan dies. And when you left there Morgan was in a bad way. Harlan is due most any time, then." "That's the way I figger," agreed Laskar. And now Laskar fidgeted. "I aim to be hittin' the breeze now before Harlan hits town. This climate is gettin' unhealthy for me. Harlan give me notice." "To leave town?"
When Laskar, leaning over the pommel of the saddle, had grown dim in the haze that was settling over the desert, Harlan scowled and returned to the wounded man. To his astonishment, Morgan was conscious and a cold calmness seemed to have come over him. His eyes were filled with a light that told of complete knowledge and resignation. He half smiled as Harlan knelt beside him.
Harlan was convinced that one of the motives behind the subtle aggressions of the men was a yearning for the gold that Morgan had left in fact the presence of Dolver and Laskar at Sentinel Rock and Morgan's word to him about the gold provided sufficient evidence on that score.
For Deveny had seen the bullet from Laskar's gun throw up sand at Harlan's feet after Harlan's weapon had sent its death to meet Laskar. And Deveny had discovered the secret of Harlan's "draw." The pause was a trick, of course, to disconcert an adversary. But the lightning flash of Harlan's hand to his gun-butt was no trick.
Deveny glanced out of the window at the blot that was now closer. "It's Laskar, all regular," he said. "He's leading a sorrel horse Dolver's horse. Old Morgan got Dolver looks like, the damned old gopher! Men as willing as Dolver are not found every day." He looked at the third man, who had not spoken. "Lawson," he said, "you mosey down the trail a little piece and meet Laskar. Bring him here!"
"One man an' a led horse," he said shortly. "Looks like Laskar." Deveny big, smooth-shaven with black, glowing, attractive eyes that held a glint quite as hard as that which shone in the eyes of the speaker, looked long out of the window at a moving dot on the desert, which seemed to be traveling toward them.
I want you to tell me!" "You're unstrung, Barbara," said Deveny slowly, coolly, a faint smile on his face. "I know nothing about it. I merely repeated to Gage the word Laskar brought. Laskar said this man Harlan shot your father. It happened about a day's ride out near Sentinel Rock. If Laskar lied, he was paid for his lying. For Harlan has "
"You charged this man with murdering my father?" she demanded of Deveny as she walked to him and stood, her hands clenched, her face dead white and her eyes blazing hate. "You know better. I heard Strom Rogers tell Meeder Lawson that it was Dolver and Laskar and somebody he called the 'Chief, who did it. I want to know who those men are; I want to know where I can find them!
He noted the glances of the men the admiration that came into their eyes as with steady muscles he raised the glass and drank and he smiled with slight contempt. "Coming here, eh?" he said evenly. "So he said that. Did he mention what he was coming for?" "He didn't mention," replied Laskar. "So he downed Dolver. Did he say what for?"
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