The man’s eyes narrowed evilly. They became calculating.
“Tell him,” he said.
“Eh?”
“Tell him.”
“You want to feed th’ buzzards?” the girl asked with an insulting peal of laughter.
“Not yet––but I’ll remember that speech some day.”
“Remember an’ be damned,” said Tharon. 9 “Now kindly take your dirty carcass off Last’s Holding––back to your wife.”
The fire was flashing a little in her blue eyes as she spoke, and she half turned to enter the house.
As she did so, Courtrey flung out an arm and caught her about the shoulders. He drew her against him with the motion and kissed her square on the lips. For a second his narrowed eyes were drunken.
As he loosed her Tharon gasped like a swimmer sinking.