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Updated: June 11, 2025
This sharp which he's a tenderfoot at the time, but plumb wolf by nacher-trails up to me in the Early Rose Saloon in Vegas one day, an' allows he'd like to make a deal an' go projectin' over into the Panhandle country with me for a trip. "Freightin' that a-way three weeks alone on the trail is some harrowin' to the sperits of a gent who loves company like me, so I agrees, an' no delay to it.
"I wondered if he made your eyes shine your color burn so. Nell, you're just beautiful." "Is my face burning?" asked Helen, with a little laugh. "So it is. Well, Bo, you've no cause for jealousy. Las Vegas can't be blamed for my blushes." "Jealous! Me? Of that wild-eyed, soft-voiced, two-faced cow-puncher? I guess not, Nell Rayner. What 'd he say about me?"
"What's your name?" suddenly she asked. "Carmichael." "I heard that. But didn't uncle call you Las Vegas?" "Shore. But it wasn't my fault. Thet cow-punchin' outfit saddled it on me, right off. They Don't know no better. Shore I jest won't answer to thet handle.... Now Miss Bo my real name is Tom." "I simply could not call you any name but Las Vegas," replied Bo, very sweetly.
Daylight was still lingering when Roy got up and went out on the porch. His keen ears had heard something. Helen fancied she herself had heard rapid hoof-beats. "Dale, come out!" called Roy, sharply. The hunter moved with his swift, noiseless agility. Helen and Bo followed, halting in the door. "Thet's Las Vegas," whispered Dale.
The murdered man was a Mexican, and his slayers were Mexicans too. The trouble originated at Las Vegas, where the privates had been bound and gagged, by order of the corporal, for creating a disturbance at a fandango the evening before.
Wiley picked up the envelope and regarded it absently, his lip curling to a twisted smile. It was the package of stock which he had bought from Death Valley Charley and returned, as a gift, to Virginia. In the justice court at Vegas the Widow Huff met her match in the person of the magistrate, who warned her peremptorily that if she interrupted again he would commit her for contempt of court.
He caught the Limited and went speeding east, and then he came back, headed west; and finally he left Vegas followed by four lumbering auto trucks loaded down with freight and men. The time had come when he must put his fortunes to the test and Keno awaited him, anxiously.
"Nell Rayner, are you goin' to hev some spunk an' not lose your nerve again or go wild out of your head?" "I'll try to be brave, but but I must be prepared," she replied, tremulously. "Wal, there's Dale an' Las Vegas an' me fer Beasley to reckon with. An', Miss Nell, his chances fer long life are as pore as his chances fer heaven!"
He thinks he knows who shot me an' I've been lyin' somethin' scandalous. You see, if he learns then he'll go gunnin'. An', Miss Helen, thet Texan is bad. He might get plugged as I did an' there would be another man put off your side when the big trouble comes." "Roy, I promise you I will not tell Las Vegas," replied Helen, earnestly. "Wal, then it was Riggs!"
They rode swiftly, but never caught up with Bo and Las Vegas, whose riding resembled their happiness. Dale read Helen's mind, or else his own thoughts were in harmony with hers, for he always seemed to speak what she was thinking. And as they rode homeward he asked her in his quiet way if they could not spare a few days to visit his old camp. "And take Bo and Tom?
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