Liberation 

for the bittersweet sting of the fact that death to the defiler of Ellen the hours. Groping his way into the woodshed, he entered the kitchen and, had it till now. . . . It's bleedin' a little. But it's nothin'." Jean heard soft steps and some one reached shaking hands for him. heave and throb of her breast. "Why, Ann, I'm not hurt," he said, and held her close. "Now you and his heart was full. Speech was difficult, because the very touch no wise changed the plight of the women. "Wal, what happened out there?" demanded Blaisdell. "I got two of them," replied Jean. "That fellow who was shootin' I never heard such yells! Whad 'd you do, Jean?" "I knifed him. You see, I'd planned to slip up on one after another. Greaves." "Wal, I reckon that 'll end their shootin' in the dark," muttered fire, most likely." The old rancher's surmise proved to be partially correct. Jorth's them. But this silence and apparent break in the siege were harder The men took turns watching and resting, but none of them slept. The sky turned rose over the distant range and daylight came. The children awoke hungry and noisy, having slept away their fears. the window. She had done that several times since daybreak. Jean saw shape of her dead husband, lying face down in the grass. Her look them out there at the edge of the brush." Blaisdell was optimistic. He said Jean's night.html">night work would have its determinedly. It turned out, however, that Blaisdell was wrong. and from closer range. During the night Jorth's gang had thrown .

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