THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
"But you are going to leave in the morning, are you not? You—you must not go like this."
He dropped the reins to the horse's neck again, "Look here, Sammy, do you blame me because I did not fight that big bully?"
Sammy did not reply.
"What could I do? You know there is not another man in the mountains beside Young Matt who could have done it. Surely you cannot blame me."
The young woman moved uneasily, "No, certainly not. I do not blame you in the least. I—but it was very fortunate that Young Matt was there, wasn't it?" The last sentence slipped out before she knew.
Ollie retorted angrily, "It seems to be very fortunate for him. He will be a greater hero than ever, now, I suppose. If he is wise, he will stay in the backwoods to be worshipped for he'll find that his size won't count for much in the world. He's a great man here, where he can fight like a beast, but his style wouldn't go far where brains are of value. It would be interesting to see him in town; a man who never saw a railroad."
Sammy lifted her head quickly at this, and fixed her eyes on the man's face with that wide, questioning gaze that reminded one so of her father, "I never saw a railroad, either; not that I can remember; though, I suppose we must have crossed one or two
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