The Sheriff's Son
"What will they do to her when she gets back?"
Dave chuckled. "They can't do a thing. That's the beauty of it. There 'll be a lot of tall cussing in Huerfano for a while, but after Hal has onloaded what's on his chest he 'll stand between her and the rest."
"Sure of that?"
"It's a cinch." The cattleman laughed softly. "But ain't she the little spitfire? I reckon she sure hates you thorough."
Roy did not answer. He was sliding from the back of his horse in a faint.
When Beaudry opened his eyes again, Dingwell was pouring water into his mouth from a canteen that had been hanging to the pommel of Miss Rutherford's saddle.
"Was I unconscious?" asked the young man in disgust.
"That's whatever. Just you lie there, son, whilst I fix these bandages up for you again."
The cattleman moistened the hot cloths with cold water and rearranged them.
"We ought to be hurrying on," Roy suggested, glancing anxiously down the steep ascent up which they had ridden.
"No rush a-tall," Dave assured him cheer-
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