Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey
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"Wait, August," said Cole. "Did you know your son Snap was in the village?" "My son here!" August Naab betrayed anxiety. "I left him home with work. He shouldn't have come. Is--is he--" "He's drinking and in an ugly mood. It seems he traded horses with Jeff Larsen, and got the worst of the deal. There's pretty sure to be a fight." "He always hated Larsen." "Small wonder. Larsen is mean; he's as bad as we've got and that's saying a good deal. Snap has done worse things than fight with Larsen. He's doing a worse thing now, August--he's too friendly with Dene." "I've heard--I've heard it before. But, Martin, what can I do?" "Do? God knows. What can any of us do? Times have changed, August. Dene is here in White Sage, free, welcome in many homes. Some of our neighbors, perhaps men we trust, are secret members of this rustler's band." "You're right, Cole. There are Mormons who are cattle-thieves. To my eternal shame I confess it. Under cover of night they ride with Dene, and here in our midst they meet him in easy tolerance. Driven from Montana he comes here to corrupt our young men. God's mercy!" "August, some of our young men need no one to corrupt them. Dene had no |
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