She screamed an' raged an' tore about an' begged fer a
hoss to ride atter you all. She wasn't in no fix to go; she didn't
know what she wus about, an' that scamp would a-shot 'er. I believe on
my soul he would."
They had reached the stable and dismounted, but neither moved to go in.
"I reckon you ought to know the truth, Washburn, since you saw her
there so late at night," said Westerfelt, hesitatingly. "The fact is,
she came to warn me. I suppose she knew Wambush would try to kill me,
and she didn't want to--"
"She don't keer a snap for Wambush, ef that's what you mean," said
Washburn, when he saw that Westerfelt was going no farther. "I know
it's been the talk, an' she no doubt did like him a little at one time,
but the' ain't but one man livin' she keers fer now. It ain't none o'
my business--I'm no hand to meddle, but I know women! She kep' cryin'
an' sayin' that they'd murder you, an' ef they did she'd kill Toot
Wambush ur die in the attempt. I'm tellin' you a straight tale."
Westerfelt sat down in a chair at the side of the door. Washburn led
the horse into the stable and put him into a stall.
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