Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 27, 2025
Deep in her heart she knew that she could not let Jack go to his death so long as it was possible to prevent it. Her grave eyes came back to MacQueen. "I'll have to tell you one thing I'll hate you worse than ever after this. Don't think I'll ever change my mind about that. I won't." He twirled his little mustache complacently. "I'll have to risk that, as I said." "You'll take me to Mesa to-day.
"Any of the rest of the boys up?" "No." Not a dozen words had passed between them, but the girl sensed hostility. She was not surprised. Dunc Boone was not the man to take second place in any company of riff-raff, nor was MacQueen one likely to yield the supremacy he had fought to gain. The latter swung from the saddle and lifted Melissy from hers.
MacQueen was standing a dozen feet away, his hands behind his back and his legs wide apart. As Flatray swung around the outlaw read a warning in the blazing eyes. Just as Jack tore loose from his guards MacQueen reached for his revolver. The gun flashed. A red hot blaze scorched through Jack's arm. Next instant MacQueen lay flat on his back, the sheriff's fingers tight around his throat.
To pass, now, from the question how the story would have ended to the question how it originated and grew in the writer's mind. The character of the hero, Weir of Hermiston, is avowedly suggested by the historical personality of Robert Macqueen, Lord Braxfield. This famous judge has been for generations the subject of a hundred Edinburgh tales and anecdotes.
If there are experiences which permanently extend the frontiers of thought, it was not in this girl's power to recognize one of them closing down on her now. But she did perceive, by the growing commotion within, that she had made a great mistake to come to this place.... "Now, here's wrapping," said MacQueen. "Hand work, you see."
MacQueen helped her to one of the horses Jackson brought to the lip of the gulch. Weariness rode on her shoulders all the way back. The soul of her was crushed beneath the misfortunes that oppressed her. Long before they reached the ranch houses Rosario came running to meet them. Plainly she was in great excitement. "The prisoners have escaped," she cried to MacQueen. "Escaped.
MacQueen has gathered a bunch that ought to be cleaned out, and I reckon now's the time to do it. I've been reading about him for a year. I've got a notion he's about the ablest thing in bad men this Territory has seen for a good many years." Flatray sat down on the seat opposite O'Connor. A smile flicked across his face, and vanished. "I'm of that opinion myself, lieutenant."
MacQueen lost no time in announcing his new program. "Boys, the hanging's off. I've decided to accept West's offer for Flatray's life. It's too good to turn down." "That's what I told you all the time," growled Buck. "Well, I'm telling you now. The money will be divided equally among you, except that Rosario will get my share as well as hers." Rosario Chaves broke into fierce protests.
I came in to telephone all stations to look out for him." "Where's Jack?" Melissy asked. "He'll be here presently. His arm was troubling him some, so he stopped to see the doctor. Then he has to talk with his deputy." "You're sure he isn't badly hurt?" "No, only a scratch, he calls it." "Did you happen on Dead Man's Cache by accident?" asked MacQueen with well-assumed carelessness.
She forgot MacQueen and all the sorrow he had brought her. Her eyes were dewy with love and his answered eagerly. She knew now that she would love Jack Flatray for better or worse until death should part them. But she knew, too, that the shadow of MacQueen, her husband by law, was between them. Together they walked back from the depot. In the shadow of the vines on her father's porch they stopped.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking