"Now, I'm offering you a whole lot. Mebbe you've thought I was sweet
on that Nyland girl. Get that out of your mind. I was only fooling
with her--like any man fools with a girl. I want her ranch--that's
all. But I don't care a damn about the Double A, I want you. I've had
my eye on you right along. Mebbe it won't be marriage right away,
but----"
"Alva Dale!"
The girl was on her feet, her eyes blazing.
Dale did not retreat from her; he stood smiling at her, his face
wreathed in a huge grin. He was enjoying the girl.
Sanderson slipped along the wall of the house and opened the door. It
creaked loudly on its hinges with the movement, causing both Dale and
the girl to turn and face it.
Mary Bransford stood rigid as she saw Sanderson standing in the
doorway, a flush sweeping swiftly over her face. There was relief in
her eyes.
Astonishment and stark, naked fear were in Dale's eyes. He shrank back
a step, and looked swiftly at Sanderson's right hand, and when he saw
that it held a six-shooter he raised both his own hands, shoulder-high,
the palms toward Sanderson.
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