Black Hills (S.D. and Wyo.) -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Fiction
There was Molly's affair with Cheyenne Harry, for instance. What could
be better? Lafond had known Mortimer by reputation for a great many
years. He was acquainted with the details of the transaction of
Mulberry Gulch, and how he and a man named Dutch Pete had swindled all
Custer City; he knew too of Harry's various wild escapades in the early
Indian skirmishes--on both sides some men said; of his wonderful
fortitude in enduring hardship, and his equally wonderful periods of
relaxation when back again in the towns; and he knew, best of all from
his point of view, Harry's reputation as a man among women. Since this
flirtation had lasted so long, to Lafond's mind it must already have
passed the limits. The natural sequence would be followed out. In
time Cheyenne Harry would have a mistress the more.
In other words, without the slightest trouble or encouragement on his
part, the girl would be debauched. Then, through artfully colored
vague hints, he would let slip the real facts of her breeding. He was
student enough of character to know that she would gnaw her heart out
with a passionate remorse, the more intense because of that very innate
purity of instinct which now made Harry's task a difficult one. Lafond
had absolutely nothing to do but congratulate himself, smoke his pipe,
and spend long hours with his friend the entomologist.
After the first flutter over the Easterners' visit had subsided, the
camp settled back with wonderful celerity into its accustomed habits.
At first it expected Billy's reappearance within a few days. The
return was postponed to the end of the week. The end of the week gave
Copper Creek to understand that it would have to wait a short time
longer. Then came another postponement. And so on, until the little
community had taken up its usual prospecting, work o' day, play o'
night existence, and the return of Billy was looked upon as an
inevitable event, but hazily in the future, not imminent enough
immoderately to disturb the current of men's thoughts.
Then all at once Billy was among them, splendid, powerful, energetic,
in a hurry, whirling the stagnant waters this way and that, until the
spirit of enterprise awoke within them, and a nervous atmosphere of
progress replaced the old monotony.
Billy had credited to him fifty thousand dollars; Billy sported a new
hat and new clothes; Billy had vast enterprises to accomplish before
the ground froze up; Billy drew a salary; Billy possessed an engraved
certificate of shares, which he displayed; Billy had a new watch; Billy
was looking for men; Billy was deep in complicated plans which required
above all things haste, haste, haste; until the narrow little cañon
rang with the name of Billy, which was esteemed great in the land.
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