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From: | Marcus Ashley |
Subject: | [Free-dev] median inveterate |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 21:56:24 +0800 |
Summer had indeed come to this northern part of
Texas. The sooner we make a big stake, thebetter?
Yet Jett appeared to haveestablished the rule of
traveling one day and hunting the next.
Here were straggling linesmoving down toward the
river. Bad business, said Follonsbee, shaking his head pessimistically.
Like most of these hide-hunters, you say wipe
theredskins off the earth.
Here were straggling linesmoving down toward the
river.
Then she circled in the directionof the trail that
led up the slope.
Reckon outfits arestrung down the river,
too.
Milly could understand; she could excuseherself.
Butshe had doubts of every move made by the leader of the outfit.
River on the south; Staked Plain on thewest, an on
the third side thousands of hunters. She listened, finding in the sweettreble notes
an augury for her future.
Milly had gone to bed, but she heard their gruff,
wearyvoices.
Howshe strung out the sensations of that
meeting!
Yet Jett appeared to haveestablished the rule of
traveling one day and hunting the next. He and his comrades, however, did
notmanifest any activity.
A spring bubbled from under a bank, and as
shepassed it frogs plumped into the water.
Ha, boys, heres the Red, an its our stampin ground
thissummer, he rolled out, sonorously. His tone held the same wonderfulthing that
was in his look. Night and darkness and silence and loneliness could not help
Millynow. Absorbed in her new-born emotions, Milly had no cognizance of thepassing
of the hours. Milly pondered over vague ideas in her developing mind.
Milly could understand; she could
excuseherself.
Sometimes, though, it might be risky to slip out at
a certain time.
With hunters east an west of us, anmillions of
buffalo out there, we cant hardly be surprised. With hunters east an west of us,
anmillions of buffalo out there, we cant hardly be surprised.
Night and darkness and silence and loneliness could
not help Millynow. It had brancheslow down and rose under one of the tall
elms.
Cautiously she crawled out on hands and knees, and
then away fromthe tent, keeping in the shadow. Her heart began to beat and her
breath to come and go quickly.
He seemed strange somehow, yet she knew him. There
waslittle else to talk about except the buffalo, and the status ofJett and his men.
She must hurry back to camp and allay Jetts suspicionsor fears concerning
her.
Wal, continued Jett, evidently satisfied, when it
gets darkthats your bedtime.
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