Wyoming: A Story of the Outdoor WestRaine, William MacLeod
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Wyoming: A Story of the Outdoor West
Raine, William MacLeod
Western stories; Wyoming -- Fiction
Bannister, the outlaw, eyed him unpleasantly. “Y’u certainly can so far
as I am concerned. I owe y’u one, too, Mr. McWilliams. Only if y’u come
of your own free will, as y’u are surely welcome to do, don’t holler if
y’u’re not so welcome to leave whenever y’u take a notion.”
“I’ll try and look out for that. It’s settled, then, that we ride
together. When do y’u want to start?”
“We can’t go any sooner than right now. I hate to take these young men
from y’u, lady, but, as I said, I’ll send them back in good shape.
_Adios, señorita_. Don’t forget to whom y’u belong.” He swaggered to
the door and turned, leaning against the jamb with one hand again it.
“I expect y’u can say those lovey-dov good-byes without my help. I’m
going into the yard. If y’u want to y’u can plug me in the back through
the window,” he suggested, with a sneer.
“As y’u would us under similar circumstances,” retorted his cousin.
“Be with y’u in five minutes,” said the foreman.
“Don’t hurry. It’s a long good-bye y’u’re saying,” returned his enemy
placidly.
Nora and the young man who belonged to her followed him from the room,
leaving Bannister and his hostess alone.
“Shall I ever see you again?” Helen murmured.
“I think so,” the sheepman answered. “The truth is that this
opportunity falls pat. Jim and have been wanting to meet those men who
are under my cousin’s influence and have a talk with them. There is no
question but that the gang is disintegrating, and I believe that if we
offer to mediate between its members and the Government something might
be done to stop the outrages that have been terrorizing this country.
My cousin can’t be reached, but I believe the rest of them, or, at
least a part, can be induced either to surrender or to flee the
country. Anyhow, we want to try it.”
“But the danger?” she breathed.
“Is less than y’u think. Their leader has not anywhere nearly the
absolute power he had a few months ago. They would hardly dare do
violence to a peace envoy.”
“Your cousin would. I don’t believe he has any scruples.”
“We shall keep an eye on him. Both of us will not sleep at the same
time. Y’u may depend on me to bring your foreman safely back to y’u,”
he smiled.
“Oh, my foreman!”
“And your foreman’s friend,” he added. “I have the best of reasons for
wanting to return alive. I think y’u know them. They have to do with
y’u, Miss Helen.”
It had come at last, but, womanlike, she evaded the issue her heart had
sought. “Yes, I know. You think it would not be fair to throw away your
life in this foolish manner after I have saved it for you—how many
times was it you said?” The blue eyes lifted with deceptive frankness
to the gray ones.
“No, that isn’t my reason. I have a better one than that. I love y’u,
girl, more than anything in this world.”
“And so you try to prove it to me by running into a trap set for you to
take your life. That’s a selfish kind of love, isn’t it? Or it would be
if I loved you.”
“_Do_ y’u love me, Helen?”
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