Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Oklahoma -- History -- Land Rush, 1893 -- Fiction; Western stories
“Carver tricked me, sort of,” Bart amplified. “He couldn’t dissuade
me from setting out after Noll, but I made a rash statement that I’d
stay here on the place for one year from the day Noll’s case was
settled, having in mind, of course, that I’d do the settling myself but
neglecting to state it that way. Well, Noll’s case is settled, though
not just the way I’d planned it, and here I am. No more trips to town
until Don says the word.”
“I’m glad, Bart,” Molly said. “It’s so much better this way instead of
your being mixed up with it yourself. Don’t you see?”
He pushed back his chair and regarded her.
“I’ll never be convinced but what I’d ought to have done it myself,”
Bart insisted. “I would have too, if you hadn’t talked Don into beating
me to it. He knew you’d rather it would be him than me.”
Bart rose and moved about the room, commenting upon certain angles of
the case and from these fragments she was able to piece out the whole
picture. Bart spoke casually, believing that she had already become
acquainted with every phase of the affair. The girl sat very still, her
hands clenched in her lap. So it had been Carver. She had never given
that a thought until now, had not entertained even a suspicion of the
truth, and Bart was assuming that she knew every detail; that she was
responsible for having sent Carver. An hour past she had told herself
that Don understood her so well while in reality he understood her so
little that he had imagined she was sending him forth on such a mission
as that.
“But why in God’s name didn’t he let the posse go out instead of going
alone?” she asked at last.
“That’s just what he couldn’t do,” Bart dissented. “He knew that it
was on account of his own personal disagreement with Noll that Bradshaw
had been shot down, that it didn’t have any relation to the county-seat
squabble whatever. If the marshal’s boys had gone boiling across into
the brush after Noll there was a good chance that some other good men
would go the same route that Brad had. Don couldn’t chance that. It was
his own personal trouble and he felt obliged to take all the risks on
himself.”
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