plained. "She was lining out for the stable and then a minute later I saw her swing a saddle onto—what horse d'you think?"
"Out with it."
"Jim's big Thunder. Yep, she stuck the saddle on big black Thunder and had a rifle in the holster. I saw there was hell brewing somewhere, so I went out and nabbed her."
"Jack!" called Jim Boone. "What were you started for?"
Bud Mansie released her arms and she stood with them stiffening at her sides and her small brown fists clenched.
"Hal—he died, and there was nothing but talk about him—nothing done. You got a live man in Hal's place."
She pointed an accusing finger at Pierre.
"Maybe he takes his place for you, but he's not my brother—I hate him. I went out to get another man to make up for Pierre."
"Well?"
"A dead man. I shoot straight enough for that."
A very solemn silence spread through the room; for every man was watching in the eyes of the father and daughter the same shining black devil of wrath.
"Jack, get into your room and don't move out of it till I tell you to. D'you hear?"
She turned on her heel like a soldier and marched from the room.
"Jack."
She stopped in the door but would not turn back,
