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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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e over a momentto indecision. We dont know whetherhes romancin or not. Well ride downan see. Uncle Henry started forward, pro-testing. I dont want you to botherher, he said. I dont want her toknow. The range boss sneered. I reckon,boys, he said coldly, that hes justgassin for time. There aint no womandown there. Uncle Henry opened his mouth toreply and then closed it again suddenly,as his eyes swept the space between thegroup of men and the hut. Hush!he commanded hoarsely. Shes com-in! She had heard voices and had de-cided to investigate. She came towardthem slowly, waveringly, falteringly, theclear moonlight streaming over her paleface and giving her eyes a haunting,unnatural gleam. Involuntarily themen of the Lazy J spurred their poniesinto line and sat facing her, their headsuncovered, their faces grim and white,their eyes staring intensely. The deepsilence that had fallen at her appear-ance lasted until she spoke. Why, she said quaveringly, hereyes sweeping the group with fearful,
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an there was the sick woman standin in the door of the hut lookin at him kind of wild-like. uncertain glances, why, Uncle Henry,what does this mean? Uncle Henry had stepped to her sideand was supporting her, his arms abouther shoulders to protect her from thechill wind that was sweeping down thevalley of the Carrizo. Theyre Lazy U men, he said witha swift glance of warning to the rangeboss. Theyve found out that Ive been pickin up some of their strays antheyve come over to thank me—antake the steers back. An Im goinback with them, he said, smiling at her.That manager I told you about hassent for me. Hes goin to give me ajob. He turned to the range boss andregarded him gravely. I reckon thatsabout correct? he questioned. I reckon, returned the range boss 747 748 THE OUTING MAGAZINE in a low tone. The manager wants tosee you mighty bad. Uncle Henry was already guidingthe sick womans faltering feet towardthe hut. You go right back an go tosleep, he said. One of these men willcamp outsi

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