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Sheriff Gage thought so, too. For, after Laskarâs body had been carried away, Harlan stepped to where the sheriff stood and spoke shortly:
âYou wantinâ me for this?â
Sheriff Gage shook his head. âI reckon everybody saw Laskar go for his gun. There was no call for him to go for his gun. If youâd have shot him without him reachinâ for it things would have been different.â
Harlan said coldly, âIâm ready for that trial, now.â
The sheriffâs eyes glowed with some secret significance as they met Harlanâs. He was standing at a little distance from Deveny, and he deliberately closed an eye at Harlan.
âTrialâhell!â he declared, âyouâve destroyed the evidence.â
Harlan wheeled, to see Deveny standing near. And for an instant as their eyes metâHarlanâs level and cold, Devenyâs aflame with a hostility unmistakableâthe crowd which had witnessed the shooting of Laskar again became motionless, while a silence, portending further violence, descended over the street.
Then Deveny abruptly wheeled and began to walk across to the First Chance.
He had not taken many steps, however, when there were sounds of commotion farther down the street toward the Eating-Houseâa man cursing and a girl screaming.
Deveny halted and faced the point from which the sounds came, and a scowl appeared on his face.
Harlan wheeled, also. And he saw, at a little distance down the street, a girl running, her hair tossing in a mass around her, her eyes wild with fright and terror. Behind her came a man, cursing as he ran.
Harlan heard Sheriff Gage curse, tooâheard him say:
âThatâs Lane Morganâs daughterâBarbara! What in hell is she doinâ here?â
The girl, not more than a dozen feet ahead of her pursuer, ran straight toward Harlan. And whenâas she drew closer and he saw that she was, indeed, actually coming toward himâher eyes on him as though she had singled him out as a protectorâhe advanced toward her, drawing one of his guns as he went.
And, grinning as she neared him, he opened his arms wide and she ran straight into them, and laid her head on his shoulder, sobbing, and talking incoherently. While Harlan, his grin fading as he looked at her pursuerâwho had halted within half a dozen paces of the girlâcommanded lowly:
âYouâre runninâ plumb into a heap of trouble, mister man. Throw your rope around the snubbinâ post. Then get on your hind legs anâ do some explaininâ. What you chasinâ this girl for?â
The man reddened, looked downward, then up at Deveny. The latter, a pout on his lips, his eyes glowing savagely, walked to where Harlan stood with one arm around the girl, while Lawson, Rogers, Gage, and several other men advanced slowly and stood near him.
Noting the concerted movement toward him, Harlan grinned at Barbara, gently disengaged himself from her grasp, and urged her toward the door of the sheriffâs office. She made no objection, for she felt that further trouble impended, and she knew she must not impede any action her rescuer planned.
Reaching the street a few minutes before, she had noted the preparations for the swift tragedy that had followed; and despite her wild desire to escape Devenyâs man, she had halted, fascinated by the spectacle presented by the two men, gambling with death.
She had halted at a little distance, crouching against the front of a building. And while she had been crouching there, trembling with a new apprehension, her pursuer had caught her.
She had hardly been aware of him, and his grasp on her arm she had not resisted, so intense was her interest in what was transpiring. But the sudden ending of the affair brought again into her consciousness the recollection of her own peril, and when she saw Deveny cross the street she broke from the manâs restraining grasp and ran to Harlan, convinced that heâbecause he seemed to be antagonistic toward the forces arrayed against herâwould protect her.
And now, shrinking into the open doorway of the sheriffâs office, she watched breathlessly, with straining senses, the moving figures in the drama.
Harlan had backed a little way toward the doorway in which Barbara stood. The movement was strategic, and had been accomplished with deliberation. He was facing Lamoâs populationâat least that proportion of it which was at homeâwith the comforting assurance that no part of it could get behind him.
The gun he had drawn upon the approach of Barbaraâs pursuer was still in his right hand. It menaced no one, and yet it seemed to menace everyone within range of it.
For though the gun was held loosely in Harlanâs hand, the muzzle downward, there was a glow in the manâs eyes that conveyed a warning.
The smile on his face, too, was pregnant with the promise of violence. It was a surface smile, penetrating no deeper than his lips, and behind it, partially masked by the smile, the men in the group in the street could detect the destroying passion that ruled the man at this instant.
Deveny, who had approached to a point within a dozen feet of Harlan, came to a slow, reluctant halt when he caught a glimpse of the strange glow in Harlanâs eyes. All the others, Sheriff Gage included, likewise haltedâmost of them at a considerable distance, as their conceptions of prudence suggested.
Harlanâs grin grew ironic as he noted the pauseâthe concerted rigidity of Lamoâs population.
âSeems thereâs a heap of folks wantinâ to palaver,â he said lowly. âAnâ no one is crowdinâ me. Thatâs polite anâ proper. Seems you all sort of guessed thereâs plenty of room, anâ crowdinâ ainât necessary. Iâd thank every specimen to hook his thumbs in the armholes of his vestâsame as though heâs a member of the pussy-cafĂ© outfit which Iâve seen in Chicago, makinâ moon-eyes at girls. If thereâs any of you ainât got on vests, why, you can fasten your sky-hooks on your shoulders any way to suit your idee of safety. Get them up!â
It seemed ludicrous to Barbara, despite the shadow of tragedy that lurked over it allâthe embarrassed manner in which Lamoâs citizens complied with the command, and the spectacle they presented afterward.
Devenyâs hands were the last to go up. There was a coldly malignant glare in his eyes as under Harlanâs unwavering gaze he finally raised his hands and held them, palms outward, as for inspection.
Rogers had complied instantly. There was a smile on his face, faint and suggestive of grim amusement, for he had been mentally tortured over the contemplation of Barbaraâs predicament, and had been unable to think of any plan by which he might assist her.
Meeder Lawsonâs face was sullen and full of impotent rage, and he watched Deveny with a gaze of bitter accusation when he saw that the big man intended to obey Harlanâs order. Barbaraâs pursuer, having felt Devenyâs angry gaze upon him, and being uncomfortably conscious that Harlan had not forgotten him, was red of face and self-conscious. He started, and the red in his face deepened, when Harlan, in the silence which followed the concerted raising of hands, spoke sharply to him:
âWhat was you tryinâ to corral that girl for? Talk fast or Iâll bust you wide open!â
The man grinned foolishly, shooting a furtive glance at Deveny.
âWhy,â he said, noting Devenyâs scowl, âI reckon it was because Iâd took a shine to her. I was tryinâ to cotton up to her on the landinâ about the Eatinâ-House, anâ sheâââ
âYou lie!â
This was Barbara. Pale, her eyes flashing with indignation, she stepped down into the street, standing near Harlan.
âThat man,â Barbara went on, pointing to the red-faced pursuer, âtold me early this morning that Luke Deveny had told him to watch me, that I was not to leave my room until Deveny came for me. I was a prisoner. He didnât try to make love to me. I should have killed him.â
Speech had broken the tension under which Barbara had been laboring; the flow of words through her lips stimulated her thoughts and sent them skittering back to the salient incidents of her enforced confinement; they brought into her consciousness a recollection of the conversation she had heard between Meeder Lawson and Strom Rogers, regarding her father. She forgot Harlan, Deveny, and the others, and ran to Sheriff Gage.
Gage, a tall, slender man of forty, was pale and uncomfortable as he looked down at the girlâs white, upturned face. He shrank from the frenzied appeal of her eyes, and he endured the pain of her tightly gripping fingers on the flesh of his arms without flinching.
âDidâis father dead!â
She waited, frantically shaking Gage. And Gage did not answer until his gaze had roamed the crowd.
Then he said slowly and reluctantly:
âI reckon heâs dead. Deveny was tellinâ meâhe was charginâ this man, Harlan, with killinâ your father.â
Barbara wheeled and faced Deveny. Rage, furious and passionate, had overwhelmed the grief she felt over the death of her father. The shock had been tremendous, but it had come while she had been leaning out of the window listening to Rogers and Lawsonâwhen she had lain for many minutes unconscious on the floor of the room. Therefore the emotion she experienced now was not entirely grief, it was rather a frantic yearning to punish the men who had killed her father.
âYou charged this man with murdering my father?â she demanded of Deveny as she walked to him and stood, her hands clenched, her face dead white and her eyes blazing hate. âYou know better. I heard Strom Rogers tell Meeder Lawson that it was Dolver and Laskar and somebody he called the âChief,â who did it. I want to know who those men are; I want to know where I can find them! I want you to tell me!â
âYouâre unstrung, Barbara,â said Deveny slowly, coolly, a faint smile on his face. âI know nothing about it. I merely repeated to Gage the word Laskar brought. Laskar said this man Harlan shot your father. It happened about a dayâs ride outânear Sentinel Rock. If Laskar lied, he was paid for his lying. For Harlan hasâââ
Deveny paused, the sentence unfinished, for the girl turned abruptly from him and walked to Harlan.
âThat was Laskarâthe man you killed just now?â
âLaskar anâ Dolver,â relied Harlan. âThere was three of them your father said. One got away in the night, leavinâ Dolver anâ Laskar to finish the job. I run plumb into them, crossinâ here from Pardo. I bored Dolver, but I let Laskar off, not havinâ the heart to muss up the desert with scum like him.â
The girlâs eyes gleamed for an instant with venomous satisfaction. Then she said, tremulously:
âAnd father?â
âI buried him near the rock,â returned Harlan, lowly.
Soundlessly, closing her eyes, Barbara sank into the dust of the street.
Harlan broke the force of her fall with his left hand, supporting her partially until she collapsed; then, his eyes alight with a cold flame, he called, sharply, his gaze still on the group of men:
âGet her, Gage! Take her into your place!â
He waited until Gage carried the slack form inside. Then, his shoulders sagging, the heavy pistol in his right hand coming to a poise, the fingers of the left hand brushing the butt of the weapon in the holster at his left hip, the vacuous gleam in his eyes telling them all that his senses were alert to catch the slightest movement, he spoke, to Deveny:
âI seen that desert deal. It wasnât on the level. I ainât no angel, but when I down a man I do it fair anâ squareâgivinâ him his chance. I sent that sneak Dolver outâanâ that coyote Laskar. It was a dirty, rotten deal, the way they framed up on Morgan. Itâs irritated meâI reckon you can hear my rattles right now. Iâm stayinâ in Lamo, anâ Iâm stickinâ by this Barbara girl until you guys learn to walk straight up, like men!â
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