The Long Dim TrailHooker, Forrestine C. (Forrestine Cooper)
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The Long Dim Trail
Hooker, Forrestine C. (Forrestine Cooper)
Arizona -- Fiction; Cowboys -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Western stories
He looked at her and a sullen rage consumed him. He realized that she
was not deceived by his story.
"Going to shirk it, eh?" he asked sneeringly, "Well, you will have to
come, that's all there is to it. Look fine for me when everyone knows
you rode here last night and then hid away just at the time when you, or
any decent wife, should stand by a man. That would be enough to condemn
any one in my fix."
It was not that he desired her company; but he was aware that her
presence would have its influence, in case anything should upset
Alpaugh's testimony. The bartender might have seen more then they
thought; besides there was no telling what unexpected snag might be
struck during the inquest. Paddy had many staunch friends.
As these thoughts beset him, Glendon looked at his wife. "Well, are you
going to stand by me, or not?"
Her reply was to pick up her hat which she adjusted. As he opened the
door, she said imploringly, "It was self-defence, wasn't it, Jim?"
"Good God, Katherine, you will drive me mad! I said it once. Now you can
listen to Alpaugh and make up your mind about it as you please. Stop
nagging me."
Without further conversation, husband and wife accompanied Alpaugh to
the little office of the Justice of Peace, where the inquest was to be
held. A group of men at the entrance, glanced peculiarly at Glendon;
then their expressions changed as they saw the woman at his side.
Glendon was quick to notice this and congratulated himself that
Katherine was with him. With assumed solicitude he led her to a chair
and stood silently beside her, his eyes on her bowed head, until the
proceedings began.
The inquest fully exonerated Glendon, as the bar-tender had not seen
what occurred and Alpaugh was the only actual witness. The broken
buckskin thong was admitted as proof that Paddy had drawn his gun, thus
making it impossible for any jury to bring in a verdict against
Glendon. There were many witnesses to the quarrel at the
shipping-corral, when Paddy had refused to shake hands with Glendon
after the latter had apologized to him; and as no one had heard Glendon
utter any threats against Paddy, there was apparently no motive except
that of self-defence. On the other hand, the old Irishman had often
expressed his dislike for Glendon.
As soon as the verdict was rendered, Glendon was surrounded and
congratulated by Bentz, Three-fingered Jack, Burks and Alpaugh. With
smiles and light words he shook their hands; but other men exchanged
glances and left the room, talking in subdued voices.
Katherine saw the doubt in many faces, and shrank at the reflection of
the fear in her own heart. Glendon's callous indifference, his careless
air, revealed her husband in a new and hideous light.
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