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Polly turned on Bud, displaying her resentment. "You an' him
always kick up the devil when you're together. What did you
bring him along fer?" she demanded.
"It's his last chance to see any fun around here; he's leavin'
for Texas," explained Bud.
"Fer how long?"
"Fer good."
"Fer our good, you mean. There's too many of his kind comin'
into this country. Did you hear about 'Ole Man' Terrill?"
Bud did not wait for her to explain, but nervously answered:
"They told us about it in Florence when we were coming through,
We've been at the Lazy K."
"Wasn't it dreadful?" rattled on Polly. "Slim's here--the boys
are goin' to turn out with him after the weddin' to see if they
can ketch the feller who did the killin'."
Bud paled as he heard the news. To conceal his distress he moved
toward the door. Anywhere to get away from the girl to whom he
feared he would betray himself. "I'll join 'em," he huskily
answered.
Polly, however, could see no reason for his evident haste to
leave her.
She felt hurt, but thought his actions were due to her scolding
him for being with McKee.
"You ain't ever ast me how I look," she inquired, seeking to
detain him.
"You look fine," complimented Bud perfunctorily.
"W'en a feller ain't seen a feller in a week, seems like a feller
ought to brace up and start something," replied Polly, in an
injured tone.
Bud smiled in spite of his fears. Catching the girl in his arms,
he kissed her, and said: "I was a-waitin' for the chance."
Polly disengaged herself from his embrace, and sighed
contentedly. "That's something like it. What's the use of bein'
engaged to a feller if you can't have all the trimmin's that goes
with it. You look as if you wasn't too happy."
Bud pulled himself together with an effort. He realized that if
he did not show more interest in the girl and the wedding he
might be suspected of connection with the murder.
He trumped up an explanation of his moodiness. "Well, what call
have I to be happy? Ain't I lost my job?"
"Yes, but that's because you were hot-headed, gave your boss too
much lip. But everything will come out all right. Jack says--"
"Has that low-down liar an' thief been comin' it over you, Polly?
Did he tell you how he gave the place he promised me to
Sage-brush?"
"That wasn't until you gave him slack, Bud. I'm sure he ain't a
thief; why--"
"Thief, of course he is, an' a blacker-hearted one than the man
that killed Terrill. Ain't he going to steal my brother Dick's
girl this very night?"
"But Dick is dead," expostulated Polly.
"Dick ain't dead; I know it--that is," he stammered, "I feel it
in my bones he ain't dead. An' Jack feels it, too; that's why
he's hurried up this weddin'."
"But your own friend, Buck McKee, saw Dick just before the
'Paches killed him."
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