tion>Zane Grey
The Lone Star Ranger
A Romance of the Border
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664187284
Table of Contents
BOOK I. THE OUTLAW
CHAPTER I
So it was in him, then—an inherited fighting instinct, a driving intensity to kill. He was the last of the Duanes, that old fighting stock of Texas. But not the memory of his dead father, nor the pleading of his soft-voiced mother, nor the warning of this uncle who stood before him now, had brought to Buck Duane so much realization of the dark passionate strain in his blood. It was the recurrence, a hundred-fold increased in power, of a strange emotion that for the last three years had arisen in him.
“Yes, Cal Bain's in town, full of bad whisky an' huntin' for you,” repeated the elder man, gravely.
“It's the second time,” muttered Duane, as if to himself.
“Son, you can't avoid a meetin'. Leave town till Cal sobers up. He ain't got it in for you when he's not drinkin'.”
“But what's he want me for?” demanded Duane. “To insult me again? I won't stand that twice.”
“He's got a fever that's rampant in Texas these days, my boy. He wants gun-play. If he meets you he'll try to kill you.”
Here it stirred in Duane again, that bursting gush of blood, like a wind of flame shaking all his inner being, and subsiding to leave him strangely chilled.
“Kill me! What for?” he asked.
“Lord knows there ain't any reason. But what's that to do with most of the shootin' these days? Didn't five cowboys over to Everall's kill one another dead all because they got to jerkin' at a quirt among themselves? An' Cal has no reason to love you. His girl was sweet on you.”
“I quit when I found out she was his girl.”
“I reckon she ain't quit. But never mind her or reasons. Cal's here, just drunk enough to be ugly. He's achin' to kill somebody. He's one of them four-flush gun-fighters. He'd like to be thought bad. There's a lot of wild cowboys who're ambitious for a reputation. They talk about how quick they are on the draw. They ape Bland an' King Fisher an' Hardin an' all the big outlaws. They make threats about joinin' the gangs along the Rio Grande. They laugh at the sheriffs an' brag about how they'd fix the rangers. Cal's sure not much for you to bother with, if you only keep out of his way.”
“You mean for me to run?” asked Duane, in scorn.
“I reckon I wouldn't put it that way. Just avoid him. Buck, I'm not afraid
