Match, seh?" The foreman of the Lazy
D, already following his own advice, rolled deftly his smoke,
moistened it and proceeded to blow away his troubles.
Bannister looked at his debonair insouciance and laughed. "Water
off a duck's back," he quoted. "I know some folks that would be
sweating fear right now. It's ce'tainly an aggravating situation,
that of being an honest man hunted as a villain by a villain. But
I expaict my cousin's enjoying it."
"He ain't enjoying it so much as he would if his plans had worked
out a little smoother. He's holding the sack right now and
cussing right smaht over it being empty, I reckon."
"He did lock the stable door a little too late," chuckled the
sheepman. But even as he spoke a shadow fell over his face. "My
God! I had forgotten. Y'u don't suppose he would take it out of
Miss Messiter."
"Not unless he's tired of living," returned her foreman, darkly.
"One thing, this country won't stand for is that. He's got to
keep his hands off women or he loses out. He dassent lay a hand
on them if they don't want him to. That's the law of the plains,
isn't it?"
"That's the unwritten law for the bad man, but I notice it
doesn't seem to satisfy y'u, my friend.
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