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Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954

"Wyoming, Story of Outdoor West"

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She drew a long breath. "Yes, everybody's safe and you are back
home. Why didn't you come after your cousin was killed?"
"I had to finish my work."
"And DID you finish it?"
"I think we did. There will be no more Shoshone gang. It's
members have scatted in all directions."
"I'm glad you stayed, then. We can live at peace now." And
presently she added: "I knew you would not come back until you
had done what you set out to do. You're very obstinate, sir. Do
you know that?"
"Perseverance, I call it," he smiled, glad to see that she was
recovering her lightness of tone.
"You don't always insist on putting your actions in the most
favorable light. Do you remember the first day I ever saw you?"
"Am I likely ever to forget it?" he smiled fondly.
"I didn't mean THAT. What I was getting at was that you let me go
away from you thinking you were 'the king.' I haven't forgiven
you entirely for that."
"I expect y'u'll always have to be forgiving me things."
"If you valued my good opinion I don't see how you could let me
go without telling me. Was it fair or kind?"
"If y'u come to that, was it so fair and kind to convict me so
promptly on suspicion?" he retaliated with a smile.


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