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
Hostilities had ceased. The Three Bar girl had anticipated a series of
raids against the cows wearing her brand, swift forays in isolated
points of her range, but no stock losses were reported. On the surface
it appeared that Slade had given up all thought of harassing the Three
Bar. But the girl had come to know Slade. He would never recede from
his former stand. She noted that Harris's vigilance was never for an
instant relaxed and it was gradually impressed upon her that the
cessation of petty annoyances held more of menace than of assurance.
Slade had seen that the Three Bar was not to be discouraged in its
course and he now waited for an opportunity to launch a blow that would
cripple, striking simultaneously at every exposed point and delaying
only for a propitious time. In the face of continued immunity she was
filled with a growing conviction of impending trouble.
Christmas had found the range covered with a fresh tracking snow which
precluded possibility of a raid and all hands had been summoned to the
home ranch for a two-day rest. Harris knew that cowhands, no matter
how loyal to the brand that pays them, are a restless lot and must have
their periodical fling to break the monotony of lonely days; so he had
provided food and drink in abundance. The frolic was over and the
hands back on the range. Harris sat with Billie before her fire.
"They'll be satisfied for another two months," he said. "Then we'll
have to call them in for another spree."
This evening conference before the fire had come to be a nightly
occurrence. Together they went over the details of the work
accomplished during the day and mapped out those for the next. From
outside came the crunch of hoofs and the screech of logs on the frozen
trail as the last mule team came down with its load.
Most of the logs had been skidded down and the men now worked in pairs,
erecting the cabins on each filing. The cedar posts had been hauled
and strung out along the prospective fence lines. The wagons, under
heavy guard, had made two trips to the railroad to freight in more
implements and supplies. Thousands of pounds of seed oats and alfalfa
seed were stored at the Three Bar along with sixty hundred of cement.
"Another two months and the cabins will be roofed and finished," Harris
said. "Then we'll be through till the frost is out of the ground.
We'll start building fence as soon as you can sink a post hole; and
we'll have time to break out another two hundred acres of ground before
time to seed it down."
The girl nodded without comment, content to leave him to his thoughts,
her mind pleasantly occupied with her own. For long her evenings had
been lonely but now she had come to look forward to the conferences
before the blazing logs. She had made no attempt to analyze the
reasons for the new contentment which had transformed her evenings,
formerly periods of drab reflections, into the most pleasant portion of
each day.
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