The Settling of the SageEvarts, Hal G. (Hal George)
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The Settling of the Sage
Evarts, Hal G. (Hal George)
Western stories
And behind the bar Brill moved softly back and forth when not serving
drinks, pausing opposite first one group and then the next to dab at
the polished wood with his cloth, listening carefully to the
conversation and gauging it to determine whether the apparent sentiment
toward the squatter foreman was sincere or would prove different when
the men, flushed with undiluted rye, were unrestrained by his presence.
At one end of the bar Evans and Bentley conversed together in low tones
but whenever Brill strolled casually to their end the conference
lagged. The few sentences which reached his ears were of trivial
concern.
IX
There was a new contentment in the eyes of the Three Bar girl as she
sat her horse beside Carlos Deane and looked off down the bottoms. A
haze of smoke drifted above the little valley of the Crazy Loop. Three
mule outfits were steadily ripping up the sage flats. Men lifted the
uprooted brush on forks and piled it for the burning. The two rode
down to the fields with the pungent sage smoke drifting in their faces.
Harris joined them, a smudge of fire-black across his forehead, and
swept his arm across the stretch of plowed ground.
"Can you picture that covered with a stand of alfalfa hay?" he asked.
The girl nodded.
"Yes--and cut and cured and in the stack yards," she said. "And a
straight red run of Three Bar cows wintering under fence."
Harris wondered if her new contentment came wholly from the progress
the Three Bar was making or was derived partly from the presence of
Carlos Deane. Each man had recognized the other as a contender for the
love of the Three Bar girl and during the two days of Deane's stay each
one had been covertly sizing and estimating the caliber of the other
man.
"The opposite faction hasn't succeeded in wrecking the Three Bar up to
date," Deane said. "It's probable they see you're too strong for them."
"It's hard to wreck plowed ground," Harris pointed out. "And that's
all they have to work on right now; not a fence to tear up, a stack to
fire or any growing crops to trample down. All they can do right now
is to wait. It must be wearing. But sooner or later they'll show
their teeth."
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