Riders of the Purple Sage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 413 pages of information about Riders of the Purple Sage.

Riders of the Purple Sage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 413 pages of information about Riders of the Purple Sage.

“Tell you!  I?  Never!”

“I reckon you will.  An’ I’ll never ask you.  I’m a man of strange beliefs an’ ways of thinkin’, an’ I seem to see into the future an’ feel things hard to explain.  The trail I’ve been followin’ for so many years was twisted en’ tangled, but it’s straightenin’ out now.  An’, Jane Withersteen, you crossed it long ago to ease poor Milly’s agony.  That, whether you want or not, makes Lassiter your friend.  But you cross it now strangely to mean somethin to me—­God knows what!—­unless by your noble blindness to incite me to greater hatred of Mormon men.”

Jane felt swayed by a strength that far exceeded her own.  In a clash of wills with this man she would go to the wall.  If she were to influence him it must be wholly through womanly allurement.  There was that about Lassiter which commanded her respect.  She had abhorred his name; face to face with him, she found she feared only his deeds.  His mystic suggestion, his foreshadowing of something that she was to mean to him, pierced deep into her mind.  She believed fate had thrown in her way the lover or husband of Milly Erne.  She believed that through her an evil man might be reclaimed.  His allusion to what he called her blindness terrified her.  Such a mistaken idea of his might unleash the bitter, fatal mood she sensed in him.  At any cost she must placate this man; she knew the die was cast, and that if Lassiter did not soften to a woman’s grace and beauty and wiles, then it would be because she could not make him.

“I reckon you’ll hear no more such talk from me,” Lassiter went on, presently.  “Now, Miss Jane, I rode in to tell you that your herd of white steers is down on the slope behind them big ridges.  An’ I seen somethin’ goin’ on that’d be mighty interestin’ to you, if you could see it.  Have you a field-glass?”

“Yes, I have two glasses.  I’ll get them and ride out with you.  Wait, Lassiter, please,” she said, and hurried within.  Sending word to Jerd to saddle Black Star and fetch him to the court, she then went to her room and changed to the riding-clothes she always donned when going into the sage.  In this male attire her mirror showed her a jaunty, handsome rider.  If she expected some little need of admiration from Lassiter, she had no cause for disappointment.  The gentle smile that she liked, which made of him another person, slowly overspread his face.

“If I didn’t take you for a boy!” he exclaimed.  “It’s powerful queer what difference clothes make.  Now I’ve been some scared of your dignity, like when the other night you was all in white but in this rig—­”

Black Star came pounding into the court, dragging Jerd half off his feet, and he whistled at Lassiter’s black.  But at sight of Jane all his defiant lines seemed to soften, and with tosses of his beautiful head he whipped his bridle.

“Down, Black Star, down,” said Jane.

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