The Quarrel
“I know what is due to every one under this roof.”
“Will you be good enough to leave this room?”
“Not if there is to be any shooting or threats of shooting that involve my cousin.”
“Dicksie, leave the room!”
There was a hush. The cowboys dropped back. Dicksie stood motionless. She gave no sign in her manner that she heard the words, but she looked very steadily at her cousin. “You forget yourself!” was all she said.
“I am master here!”
“Also my cousin,” murmured Dicksie evenly.
“You don’t understand this matter at all!” declared Lance Dunning vehemently.
“Nothing could justify your language.”
“Do you think I am going to allow this railroad company to ruin this ranch while I am responsible here? You have no business interfering, I say!”
“I think I have.”
“These matters are not of your affair!”
“Not of my affair?” The listeners stood riveted. McCloud felt himself swallowing, and took a step backward with an effort as Dicksie advanced. Her hair, loosened by her ride, spread low upon her head. She stood in her saddle habit, with her quirt still in hand. “Any affair that may lead my cousin into shooting is my
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