“This has been a very bitter business, Thursby,” he said. “It’s cost me a lot of cattle and money, and I’ll not take back a thing I’ve said about Haig’s grabbing 341 everything in sight, and ruining his neighbors. But I will say, after what you’ve told me, that––damn it, Thursby! he is a man.”
“He’s ready to fight with you or talk with you, as you wish.”
Huntingdon eyed him suspiciously.
“Did Haig say that?” he demanded.
“He certainly did.”
“Then tell him, if he’s on the square, it’ll be talk.”
Claire, ignoring Thursby’s presence, ran and snuggled close to Seth, while he put his arm around her. But it was at Marion, to Marion, that Seth looked, seeking the approval that he had never before been able to get from her. Their eyes met, and she nodded, smiling.
“Very well!” said Thursby. “He’s coming to see you this afternoon.”
“What?” cried Huntington.
“He’s coming this afternoon. And he wished me to say explicitly that he will have no gun.”