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Grey, Zane, 1872-1939

"The Rustlers of Pecos County"


"But I don't hate you. I--I love you. And I can't give you up!"
"Darling! But, Sally, can you get over it--can you forget?"
"Yes. That horrid black spell had gone with the miles. Little by little,
mile after mile, and now it's gone! But I had to come to the point. To
go back on my word! To tell you. Russ, you never, _never_ had any
sense!"
Then I opened my eyes and my arms, too, and we were reunited. It must
have been a happy moment, so happy that it numbed me beyond
appreciation. "Yes, Sally," I agreed; "but no man ever had such a
wonderful girl."
"Russ, I never--took off your ring," she whispered.
"But you hid your hand from my sight," I replied quickly.
"Oh dear Russ, we're crazy--as crazy as those lunatics outside. Let's
think a little."
I was very content to have no thought at all, just to see and feel her
close to me.
"Russ, will you give up the Ranger Service for me?" she asked.
"Indeed I will."
"And leave this fighting Texas, never to return till the day of guns and
Rangers and bad men and even-breaks is past?"
"Yes."
"Will you go with me to my old home? It was beautiful once, Russ, before
it was let run to rack and ruin. A thousand acres.


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