The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-03-10
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ing the horses over and inspecting the
wagons with a new but mild curiosity
awakened by Jeffries' proposal. De
Spain walked back toward the station
He had virtually decided not to take
the Job. Medicine Bend was his home.
He knew every man, woman and child
in the town. Before the tragic death
of his father. his mother had lived
there. and De Spain had grown up In
the town and gone to school there. He
was a railroad man, anyway modest
trainmaster-and not eager for stage
line management.
AS he passed Grant street again he
encountered party on horseback
heading for the river bridge. Three
of the men were riding abreast and a
little ahead. or these, the middle
horseinan was spare man of frankly
disreputable air. His face was drawn
up into one-sided smile. Satt Nor.
gans smile was habitual and lessened
his stern aspect. At his right rode his
cousin. Duke Morgan, older, shorter
: and stouter. His square, heavy-jawed,
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! hard, keen eyes, and finished by an un-
compromising chin. Duke was the real
: head Of the clan, of which there were
numerous branches In the Superstition
. mountains, all looking with friendll
! ness or enmity to the Morgans of Nor
gan's gap.
The yellow-haired man riding on the
{ left, with red face and red-lidded
! squirting eyes, showed none OF the
, blood of his companions. But Davic
!, Sassoon, the Calabasas gambler, quOn
dam cowboy, and chronic brawler
stood in some way close to the differ
ent Morgans, and was reputed to have
got each of them, at different times
out of more than one troublesome af
fair, either by sheer force of arms, OF
through his resourceful cunning.
: These men were followed by young.
er man riding with a very young WON
an. De Spain knew none of the front.
rank men, but he knew well Nan Nor
gan and her dancing partner. Gales
face lighted as lie set eyes on De Spain
and he spoke quickly to Nan: There's
your handsome Medicine Bend gan.
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Nan, glancing toward De Spain.
seemed aware that he heard. She
looked away. De Spain frightened up
with a rage. The blood rushed to his
face, the sarcasm struck In. If the
birthmark could have deepened with
humiliation II would have done so ut
the instant Of the cold inspection Of
the girls pretty eyes. Gale, calling
ahead to the others, invited their at
tention to the man on the street cor
ner. De Spain only stood still, re-
turning their inspection as insolently
as silence could. Each face was faith
fully photographed and filed 10 his
memory, and his steady gaze followed
them until they rode down the hill and
clattered jauntily out on the swaying
: suspension bridge that still crosses the
Rat river at Grant street. and con-
meets the whole south countryside
Spanish sinks, the Thief River gold
fields, the saw-toothed Superstition
range. Morgan's gap, and Music noun
tain with Sleepy Cat and the railroad.
De Spain. walking down Grant
street, watched the party disappear
among the hills across the river. The
encounter had stirred him. He already
hated the Morgans, at least all except
the blue-eyed girl, and she, II was not
difficult to divine from her expression.
was, at least, disdainful of her morn
Ing rival.
Reaching the station platform while
still busy with his thoughts, De Spain
encountered Jeffrles and Lefever.
"Jeffries, I'll take that Thief River
stage job" announced De Spain bluntly.
"what's the reason that fellow
changed his mind?" demanded Jeffries,
when Lefever Joined him later In his
office.
"Don't ask me-" frcwned Lefever
perplexed. 'Don't ask me. Henry Is
odd In some ways. You can't tell
what's going on inside that fellows
head by looking at the outside of it.
Jeffries grunted coldly at this bit OF
wisdom. "I'll tell you what should
think-if had to think: Henry do
Spain has never found out rightly who
was responsible for the death of hi,
father. He expects to do 1t, some
time; and long ago some of these same
Morgans lived on the Peace river above
his fathers ranch"
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