We can't save it by anything but law.
Fightin' would only make a bad matter worse. I'm obliged to
yuh, Miss Georgie, for taking such an interest--and I'll tell
Black about Jim Wakely."
"Don't build any hopes on Jim," she warned. "He probably doesn't
know anything except that he sent and received messages he
couldn't read any sense into."
"Well--there's always a way out, if we can find it. Come down
and see us some time. We still got a house to invite our friends
to." He smiled drearily at her, gave a little, old-fashioned
bow, and went over to join Baumberger--and to ask Pete Hamilton
for the use of his team and buckboard.
Miss Georgie, keeping an uneasy vigil over everything that moved
in the barren portion of Hartley which her window commanded, saw
Pete get up and start listlessly toward the stable; saw Peaceful
sit down to wait; and then Pete drove up with the rig, and they
started for the ranch. She turned with a startled movement to
the office door, because she felt that she was being watched.
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