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Dont you scare yourself, he answered, drawing her to him, and passing his broad, rough hand caressingly over her chestnut hair. Well fix it up somehow or another. You dont find your fancy kind o lessening for this chap, do you? A sob and a squeeze of his hand were her only answer. No; of course not. I shouldnt care to hear you say you did. Hes a likely lad, and hes a Christian, which is more than these folks here, in spite o all their praying and preaching. Theres a party starting for Nevada to-morrow, and Ill manage to send him a message letting him know the hole we are in. If I know anything o that young man, hell be back with a speed that would whip electrotelegraphs. Lucy laughed through her tears at her fathers description. When he comes, he will advise us for the best. But it is for you that I am frightened, dear. One hearsone hears such dreadful stories about those who oppose the Prophet; something terrible always happens to them. But we havent opposed him yet, her father answered. It will be time to look out for squalls when we do. We have a clear month before us; at the end of that, I guess we had best shin out of Utah. Leave Utah! Thats about the size of it. But the farm? We will raise as much as we can in money, and let the rest go. To tell the truth, Lucy, it isnt the first time I have thought of doing it. I dont care about knuckling under to any man, as these folk do to their darned Prophet. Im a freeborn American, and its all new to me. Guess Im too old to learn. If he comes browsing about this farm, he might chance to run up against a charge of buckshot travelling in the opposite direction. But they wont let us leave, his daughter objected. Wait till Jefferson comes, and well soon manage that. In the meantime, dont you fret yourself, my dearie, and dont get your eyes swelled up, else hell be walking into me when he sees you. Theres nothing to be afeared about, and theres no danger at all. John Ferrier uttered these consoling remarks in a very confident tone, but she could not help observing that he paid unusual care to the fastening of the doors that night, and that he carefully cleaned and loaded the rusty old shot-gun which hung upon the wall of his bedroom. |
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