Auguste started to follow Elysee, but Raoul dropped his hand warningly to his pistol. "Don't come any closer, half-breed." "I was with Pierre when he wrote his final will," said Elysee. "And I have a copy of it. I know his mind was sound. He gave the whole estate--except for the fur company, which we have always agreed would be yours--to Auguste." "You gave the fur company to me when you divided the estate between me and Pierre years ago," Raoul said. "So my own good brother left me nothing. Thirty thousand acres of the best land in western Illinois go to a mongrel Indian, and you say his mind was sound? The more fool you." "You are un bete!" Elysee shouted. "You are proof that there is no just God. If there were He would have taken you and let Pierre live." "Monsieur de Marion!" the priest cried. "Think what you are saying. On this day of all days." Raoul said, "I've always known that you loved Pierre and not me, Papa." "You make it impossible to love you!" Elysee answered. "Now listen to me. Victoire is my home. I built this place. Those I love are buried here. I command you, leave at once. Get off this land." Raoul, a head taller than the old man, took a step toward his father. "If you wanted it to be yours, you shouldn't have given it to Pierre. You have nothing now, you old fool." Elysee swung the stick at Raoul's head. The thump resounded over the field, and Raoul staggered back, his broad-brimmed hat falling to the ground. Raoul bared his teeth, drew back his fist and smashed it into his father's face. The blow knocked Elysee hard against one of the upright logs of the gateway. He cried out and fell heavily to the ground. He lay moaning and jerking his head from side to side in agony. The priest rushed to him, dropping to his knees. With a scream Nicole threw herself down beside her father. A red curtain swept over Auguste's eyes, blinding him momentarily. When he could see again he saw only the face of one man, Raoul, looking down at Elysee with triumph and contempt. Knife in hand, Auguste threw himself at Raoul. Raoul's pistol was out. His dark eyes gleamed with triumph as he pointed the muzzle at Auguste's chest. _He was hoping I would attack him_, Auguste realized, knowing he would never reach Raoul before the pistol went off. A sudden movement to his side caught his eye. In a glance he saw Eli Greenglove swinging a rifle butt at his head. 10 Dispossessed Auguste woke. He was in a room he had never seen before. A plain black cross hung high on one white plaster wall. He lay on a bed with a straw-filled mattress, on top of the quilt. He wasn't wearing his coat. Or his pale eyes' boots. Pain throbbed in his head, and with each pulse his vision momentarily blurred. He rolled his pounding head on the pillow and saw Nancy Hale sitting beside him. Her long blond braids glistened in the pale light that came through the oiled paper window.