And so Hale at the head of the disappointed Guard went
back to the Gap, and when, next day, they laid Mockaby away in the
thinly populated little graveyard that rested in the hollow of the
river's arm, the spirit of law and order in the heart of every
guard gave way to the spirit of revenge, and the grass would grow
under the feet of none until Rufe Tolliver was caught and the
death-debt of the law was paid with death.
That purpose was no less firm in the heart of Hale, and he turned
away from the grave, sick with the trick that Fate had lost no
time in playing him; for he was a Falin now in the eyes of both
factions and an enemy--even to June.
The weeks dragged slowly along, and June sank slowly toward the
depths with every fresh realization of the trap of circumstance
into which she had fallen. She had dim memories of just such a
state of affairs when she was a child, for the feud was on now and
the three things that governed the life of the cabin in Lonesome
Cove were hate, caution, and fear.
Bub and her father worked in the fields with their Winchesters
close at hand, and June was never easy if they were outside the
house.
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