Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Oklahoma -- History -- Land Rush, 1893 -- Fiction; Western stories
The line between the law and the lawless was but vaguely defined.
Instances of the apprehension of any wrong-doer were decidedly
infrequent. Petty graft and crooked gambling flourished. As a carcass
attracts scavenger birds so conditions in the Strip drew the vicious
of the whole Southwest. Express messengers conveyed word of valuable
consignments to friends who would make sure that the shipments failed
to reach their destination. There were bankers who handled securities
at stiff discounts without inquiry as to their source, jewelers who
were equally incurious about the previous ownership of gems or gold,
judges and county attorneys who were open to reason and sheriffs who
followed false trails.
But all this was merely a passing phase coincident to the transition
period of a new and untried territory during its transformation into
an old and proven one. The background was one of enduring solidity.
More than thirty thousand families had found homes in a single day
and these toiled steadily on, unmindful of the wave of deviltry
and corruption that swept the Strip, such circumstances having no
particular bearing on their daily lives. Later, when they had more time
to devote to affairs outside of the immediate problem of shaping their
homesteads up into producing farms, they would rise up and cast out the
parasites without apparent effort, for after all the solid citizens
were many and the parasites comparatively few.
Freel rode out of Oval Springs and he traveled past occasional fields
that were green with waving wheat. Spring had brought fresh evidence
that the Strip, now a part of Oklahoma, would eventually prove to be
the most productive portion of the State. Spring crops of all sorts
were coming up in riotous profusion. Young orchards had been planted
round many a homestead cabin; rows of slender saplings marked the site
of future stately groves. The scattering fields that had been seeded
to winter wheat gave promise of a tremendous yield and an average of
more than twenty bushels to the acre was confidently predicted. Orderly
garden plots were in evidence on every homestead.
Since his occupancy of the Sheriff’s office Freel had several times
stopped at the Lassiters’ cabin. He had haunted Molly Lassiter’s
footsteps for a year prior to that day when Carver’s inopportune
arrival had put a stop to his advances. In his new guise as a moneyed,
influential citizen he saw one more chance of gaining the girl’s
favor. His manner was affable and without hint of previous unpleasant
relations. Rather his attitude was one of friendly interest which
any prosperous person might take in the affairs of a less fortunate
acquaintance. Molly, believing that the past had best be left
undisturbed, received him as she would any other casual acquaintance.
On the occasion of this last visit Freel found Bart at home.
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