The Rustlers of Pecos County by Zane Grey
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page 131 of 292 (44%)
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goin' to plug this Ranger?"
It was then that the thing for which Steele stood, the Ranger Service--to help, to save, to defend, to punish, with such somber menace of death as seemed embodied in his cold attitude toward resistance--took hold of Linrock and sunk deep into both black and honest hearts. It was what was behind Steele that seemed to make him more than an officer--a man. I could feel how he began to loom up, the embodiment of a powerful force--the Ranger Service--the fame of which, long known to this lawless Pecos gang, but scouted as a vague and distant thing, now became an actuality, a Ranger in the flesh, whose surprising attributes included both the law and the enforcement of it. When I reached the ranch the excitement had preceded me. Miss Sampson and Sally, both talking at once, acquainted me with the fact that they had been in a store on the main street a block or more from Martin's place. They had seen the crowd, heard the uproar; and, as they had been hurriedly started toward home by their attendant Dick, they had encountered Steele stalking by. "He looked grand!" exclaimed Sally. Then I told the girls the whole story in detail. "Russ, is it true, just as you tell it?" inquired Diane earnestly. |
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