American fiction -- 20th century; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction; Western stories
"Are you willing to come back to headquarters with me?" he asked
gently. "There, at least, you can learn that I have told you the truth
about Mexicali Joe's gold. No matter how things go, girl, I don't want
you to think of me that I did a trick like that ... forgetting you to
go money-grabbing...."
"You can make me come," she said bitterly. "You have put a chain on me
before now. But you can never make me love you, Bruce Standing."
Now she saw in his face a look which stirred her to the depths; a look
of profound sadness.
"No," he said, "I'll never put chain on you again, girl; I'll never
lift my hand to make you do anything on earth; I would rather die than
force you to anything. But I shall go on loving you always. And now,"
and for the first time she heard him pleading! "is it so great a thing
that I ask? If you will not love me, at least I want you to think as
well of me as you can. That is only justice, girl; and you are very
just. If you will only come with me and learn from Mexicali Joe himself
that I have touched and shall touch no single ounce of his gold."
She knew that he was speaking truth; and yet she could not admit it
to him ... since she would not admit it to herself! And she wanted to
believe, and yet told herself that she would never believe. She was
glad that he was not dragging her back with him as she had been so
certain that he would ... and she did not know that she was not sorry.
"Will you do that one thing? I shall not try to hold you...."
"Yes," she said stiffly. And then she laughed nervously, saying in a
hard, suppressed voice: "What choice have I, after all? The stage has
gone and I have to go somewhere and find a stage again or a horse...."
"No. That is not necessary. If you will not come with me freely, I will
take you now where you wish; to overtake the stage."
And thus, when already it was hard enough for her, he unwittingly made
it harder. She wanted to go ... she did not want to go ... most of all
she did not want him to know what she wanted or did not want. She cried
out quickly:
"Let us go then! I don't believe you! And, if you dare let me talk
alone with Mexicali Joe, I shall know you for what you are!"
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