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Yet her eyes were still flashing ominously when Harlan rode to within a dozen paces of her and brought the big black to a halt.
There was an expression of grave respect on Harlanâs face; but she saw a lurking devil in his eyesâa gleam of steady, quizzical humorâthat made her yearn to use her quirt on him. For by that gleam she knew he had purposely followed her; that he expected her to be angry with him for doing so. And the gleam also told her that he had determined to bear with her anger.
âWell?â she inquired, icily.
âGood morninâ, maâam.â He bowed to her, sweeping his broad-brimmed hat from his head with, it seemed to her, an ironical flourish.
âIs there something you want to speak to me about?â she asked, her chin elevated, disdain in her eyes. She assured herself that when he glanced at her as he was doing at this instant, she positively hated him. She wondered why she had tolerated his presence.
âI wasnât havinâ any thoughts about speakinâ to you, maâam. Kind of a nice morninâ for a ride, ainât it?â
âIf one rides alone,â she returned, significantly.
âI enjoy ridinâ a whole lot better when Iâve got company,â he stated, gravely, with equal significance.
âMeaning that you have made up your mind to ride with me, I suppose?â she said coldly.
âYouâve hit it, maâam.â
âWell,â she declared, her voice quivering with passion; âI donât want you to ride with me. You came here and usurped whatever power and authority there is; and you are running the Rancho Seco as though it belongs to you. But you shanât ride with meâI donât want you to!â
Had she been standing she must have stamped one foot on the ground, so vehement was her manner. And the flashing scorn of her eyes should have been enough to discourage most men.
But not Harlan. His eyelids flickered with some emotion; and his eyesâshe noted now, even though she could have killed him for his maddening insistenceâwere blue, and rimmed by heavy lashes that sun and sand had bleached until the natural brown of them threatened to become a light tan.
She studied him, even while hating him for she saw the force of himâfelt it. And though she was thinking spiteful things of him, she found that she was forming a new impression of himâof his character, his appearance, and of the motives that controlled him.
And she thought she knew why men avoided having trouble with him. She told herself that if she were a man and she were facing him with violence in her heart, she would consider seriously before she betrayed it to him. For in his eyes, in the lips, in the thrust of his chinâeven in the atmosphere that surrounded him at this instant, was a threat, an unspoken promise, lingering and dormant, of complete readinessâalmost eagerness, she was convincedâfor violence.
She drew a sharp breath as she watched him. And when she saw his lips curving into a slight smileâwholesome, though grave; with a hint of boyish amusement in themâshe got another quick impression of his character, new and startling and illuminating.
For behind the hard, unyielding exterior that he presented to men; back of the promise and the threat of violence, was the impulsiveness and the gentleness that would have ruled him had not the stern necessity of self-preservation forced him to conceal them.
The smile disarmed her. It did seem ludicrousâthat she should try to force this man to do anything he did not want to do. And she had known that he would not obey her, and ride back to the ranchhouse; she was convinced that she must either go back or suffer him to follow her as he pleased.
And she was determined not to give up her ride. She was determined to be very haughty about it, though; but when she wheeled Billy, to head him again into the western distance, her eyes twinkled her surrender, and her lips trembled on the verge of a defiant smile.
Then Billy felt the quirt on his flank; he snorted with astonishment and disgust, and charged forward, tossing his head intolerantly.
Looking sidelong, after Billy had traveled two or three hundred yards, Barbara observed that the big black horse was not more than half a dozen steps behind. And curiously, Barbara again experienced that comfortable assurance of protection, and of satisfaction over the nearness of Harlan.
Moved by an entirely unaccountable impulse, she drew the reins slightly on Billy, slowing him, almost imperceptibly, so that both horses had traveled more than a quarter of a mile before the distance between them lessened noticeably.
And then, with an impatience that caused her cheeks to glow, Barbara noted that Purgatory had slowed also, Harlan seemingly accommodating the animalâs pace to her own. It was plain to see that Harlan did not intend to assume that she had relented.
For another quarter of a mile the distance remained the same, and the silence was unbroken except by the rhythmical beating of hoofs through the rustling, matted mesquite.
Then Barbara, yielding to an impulse of righteous anger, brought on by Harlanâs obvious intention to remain at a respectful distance, deliberately brought Billy to a walk and waited until Harlan rode beside her.
âYou donât need to be a bruteâeven if I did tell you to go back to the ranchhouse!â
âMeaninâ what, maâam? Why, I donât remember to have done anything. I was doinâ a heap of thinkinâ just nowâif thatâs what you mean.â
âThinking mean things of meâI supposeâfor what I said to you.â
He had been thinking of herâseriously. And his thoughts were far from fickle as he watched her now, riding within a few feet of him, her profile toward him, her head having a rigid set, her chin held high, her lips tight-pressed, and her hair drooping in graceful coils over her ears, and bulging in alluring disorder at the nape of her neck.
He was thinking that he had braved, to answer a mere whim, greater dangers than he would be likely to meet in defending her from the wolf-pack which circumstances had set upon her. He was thinking that heretofore his life had been lived without regard to order or systemâthat he had led a will-oâ-the-wisp existence, never knowing that such women as she graced the world. He was thinking of what might have happened to her had not Davey Langan been killed, and if he had not started out to avenge him.
Into his thoughts at this minute flashed a mental picture that paled his face and brought his lips into straight, hard linesâa picture of Barbara at the mercy of Deveny.
With a quick turn he brought Purgatory around in front of Billy, blocking the animalâs further progress westward. The girl started at the rapid movement, and watched him fearfully, dreadingâshe knew not what.
But his smileâgrim and mirthless though it wasâpartially reassured her, and she sat silent, looking at him as he spoke, rapidly, earnestly.
âI was thinkinâ of you; anâ I wasnât thinkinâ mean thingsâabout you. I was thinkinâ of Devenyâanâ of what your dad told me over there by Sentinel Rock.
âYour dad told me that you was in dangerâthat Deveny anâ Strom Rogers anâ some more of them had their eyes turned on you. Your dad made me promise that Iâd come here anâ look out for youâanâ I mean to do it. Thatâs why I went to Lamo when I had no call to go there anâ thatâs why I brought Deveny to a show-down in front of you.
âThereâs somethinâ goinâ on around here that ainât showinâ on the surfaceâsomethinâ thatâs hidden anâ sneakinâ. You heard some of them guys in Lamo gassinâ about the âChiefâ beinâ one of the three that sent your dad over the Divide.
âWell, your dad told me that, tooâthat there was three of them pitched onto him. It was the fellow they call Chief that shot your dad while he was sleepinââwhen it was too dark for your dad to see his face. Your dad made me promise to hunt that guy up anâ square things for him. Thatâs what Iâm here for. Anyway, itâs one reason Iâm here. The other reason is that Iâm goinâ to see that you get a square deal from them guys.
âAnâ you wonât get a square deal ridinâ out alone, like thisâespecially when you head toward Sunset Trail, where Deveny anâ his gang hang out. Anâ Iâm settinâ down hard on you ridinâ that way. Iâm keepinâ you from runninâ any chances.â
Silently Barbara had watched Harlanâs face while he had been talking. There was no doubt that he was in earnest, and there was likewise no doubt that he was concerned for her safety. But why? It seemed absurd that Harlan, an outlaw himself, should protect her from other outlaws. Yet in Lamo he had done just that.
Behind his actions, his expressed concern for her, must be a motive. What was it? Was it possible that he was doing this thing unselfishly; that the promise her father had exacted from him had changed him; that in his heart at this instant dwelt those finer impulses which must be dormant in all men, however bad?
The light of that great inquiry was in her eyes; they searched his face for subtlety and craft and cunningâfor something that would give her a clue to his thoughts. And when she could find in his expression only a grave concern she pulled Billy around and started him back toward the ranchhouse.
They had not ridden more than a hundred yards before she stole a glance at Harlan.
He was now riding beside her, looking straight ahead, his face expressionless. Had he betrayed the slightest sign of triumph she would have changed her mind about going back to the ranchhouse with him.
As it was, she felt a pulse of rage over her readiness in yielding to his orders. Yet the rage was softened by a lurking, stealthy joy she got out of his masterfulness.
âI presume I may ride in another directionâeast, for instanceâor north, or south?â
He apparently took no notice of the mockery in her voice.
âYouâll not be ridinâ alone, anywhere,â he declared.
âOh!â she returned, raising her chin and looking at him with a cold scorn that, she thought, would embarrass him; âI am to have a guardian.â
He looked straight back to her, steadily, seemingly unaffected by the hostility of her gaze.
âIt amounts to that. But mebbe I wouldnât put it just that way. Somebodyâs got to look out for youâto see that you donât go to rushinâ into trouble. There was trouble over in Lamoâif youâll remember.â
And now he smiled gravely at her, and her face reddened over the memory of the incident. She had been eager enough, then, to seek his protection; she had trusted him.
âThat wasnât your fault,â he went on gently. âYou didnât know then, mebbe, just what kind of a guy Deveny is. But you know now, anâ it would be your fault if you run into him again.â
He saw how she took itâhow her color came and went, and how her eyes drooped from his. He smiled soberly.
âLooks to me that youâve got to pin your faith to a mighty small chance, maâam.â
âWhat chance?â She looked at him in startled wonderment, for it had not occurred to her that she faced any real danger, despite the threatening attitude of Deveny, and her isolation. For the great, peaceful world, and the swimming sunlight were full of the promise of the triumph of right and virtue; and the sturdy self-reliance of youth was in her heart.
âWhat chance?â she repeated, watching him keenly.
âThe chance that me anâ Red Linton will be able
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