But wait till the pinch comes. I know that I'm not all bad, and there must have been good in Black Jack. And Vance was the dispossessed heir. Six thousand dollars for Joe. He shifted his feet from the top of the porch railing and shrugged himself deeper into his chair. The first ray of hope came to him as coffee was brought in. The revelation had been complete and she could tellby his face that Terence knew everything.
The addressing was done on a typewriter, which completely removed any means of identifying the sender. He proved to be as adept at these subjects as he had been at book learning. Just below the hotel the street made an elbow-turn for no particular reason except that the original cattle-trail had made exactly the same turn before Garrison City was built. She was finding it less easy to maintain her nonchalant smile. For the first time he saw it clearly.
He fell into a pleasant reverie. Vance Cornish was lucky to find the sheriff in town presiding at the head of the long table of the hotel at dinner. There followed a brief summary of the history of the desperado and his countless crimes, unspeakable tales of cunning and courage and merciless vengeance taken. Vance watched them meet with a heart swelling with happiness and surety of success. And then I say to myself that I must be able to do just such things or else be a shame to my blood.
A peculiar strength of purpose grew in its place. But I can't insult the fool. Plainly she had dismissed all idea of her brother's guilt. As he brought his forequarters off the earth, he lunged at the rider with open mouth. He became the most dreaded manhunter in those districts where manhunting was most common. He has an ugly look when he's angry. This is far from a nail-biting drama but rather a refreshing look at an age old story.
Elizabeth was listening with a stricken face, and the heart of Vance thundered with his excitement. The game was still not won, but, starting with absolutely nothing, in six days he had planted a charge which might send Elizabeth's twenty-four years of labor up in smoke. Then she died, and now Terry is convinced that he is the last representative of the Colby family. A drowsy town, like a drowsy-looking cow-puncher, might be capable of unexpected things. He dressed like a dandy. You either got to put water on it or else let it burn itself out. Had there been much light, she could have read his face; the dimness of the hall was saving Vance, and he knew it.
Vance had them in profile from the side, and his nervous glance flickered from one to the other. He was quite capable of fast thinking, and now his glance flickered from Terry to the sheriff and back again. And to her, indeed, it was. But I want to know the real name of my father. If he makessome gambling play--and he's got the born gambler in him--you got onelast thing that'll be apt to keep him here.
She had never loved the mountains and their people and their ways. She was twenty-two and her brother twelve when their father died. His talk doubled her business. She had his horse put up; presented him to the few people whom he had not met, and then left him posing for the crowd of admirers. Rather nervy of the old ass to come up here for the party; he hardly knows us. He'd gamble with hundreds, and then give back half of his winnings if he'd broke the gent that run the bank.
He came close to the veranda, and Le Sangre lifted his fine head and stared fearlessly, curiously, with a sort of contemptuous pride, at Elizabeth and Vance. The stallion rocked back on his hind legs, whirled, and then flung himself deliberately on his back. In his heart Vance was a little moved. The sheriff was merely confused. I think he would come through this acid test. Accordingly, his work was, in the few days that intervened, to plant all the seeds of suspicion that he could. Then I felt that a well-deserved denouement was missing in th This book annoyed me; it was so different from any Max Brand book I had read before.
And if he could trip Terry and actually make him shoot a man on or before that birthday, he had no doubt that his sister would actually throw the boy out of her house and out of her life. Then I felt that a well-deserved denouement was missing in the end. Then she died, and now Terry is convinced that he is the last representative of the Colby family. The capable hands of Elizabeth were pressed to her breast, and out of the thirty-five years of spinsterhood which had starved her face he became aware of eyes young and dark, and full of spirit; by no means the keen, quiet eyes of Elizabeth Cornish. The mail was delivered, as a rule, just before dusk, one of the cow- punchers riding down for it.