This--this place----"
"Is Maison's rooms," Ben told her. In his eyes was a new passion; he
knelt beside the bed and stroked the girl's hair.
"Dale, you said--Dale. Dale hurt you? How?"
She told him, and he got up, a cold smile on his face.
"You feel better now, eh? You can be alone for a few minutes? I'll
send someone to you."
He paid no attention to her objections, to her plea that she was afraid
to be alone. He grinned at her, the grin that had been on his face
when he had shot Dal Colton, and backed away from her until he reached
the stairs.
Outside he mounted his horse and visited several saloons. There was no
sign of Dale. In the City Hotel he came upon a man who told him that
earlier in the day Dale had organized a posse and had gone to the
Double A to arrest Sanderson. This man was not a friend of Dale's, and
one of the posse had told him of Dale's plan.
Nyland mounted his horse again and headed it for the neck of the basin.
In his heart was the same lust that had been there while he had been
riding toward Okar.
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