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Kftyhkmsghke 567 I 3
Kftyhkmsghke 567 I 3
Durade had no reply; she gazed away over the ridges toward the
Just then a rifle-shot sounded from up in the ravine. The men paused
exchange of glances, they fell to work again. But the women cast
grazing oxen. Presently Horn appeared carrying a deer slung over his
shoulders.
Allie ran to meet him. She and Horn were great friends. To her alone
was he gentle and kind. She saw him pause at the brook, then drop
the deer carcass and bend over the ground, as if to search for
something. When Allie reached his side he was on his knees examining
the slope.
"Lass, we're in the Wyoming hills, an' I wish to the Lord we was
out," he answered.
Then he picked up the deer carcass, a heavy burden, and slung it,
fear. But I don't like Injun tracks. Not these days. Now I'm goin'
to scare this lazy outfit. Mebbe thet'll make them rustle. But don't
you be scared."
"Wal, I'll gamble the shot thet killed this meat was heerd by
"Horn, I reckon you 'pear more set up about Injuns than usual,"
remarked Jones.