“Who has?” asked her father, in his husky voice. Ellen knew at once that he had been drinking.
“Lord only knows,” replied Daggs. “But shore it wasn’t any friends of ours.”
“We cain’t stop people’s tongues,” said Jorth, resignedly
“Wal, I ain’t so shore,” continued Daggs, with his slow, cool laugh. “Reckon I never yet heard any daid men’s tongues wag.”
Then the musical tinkle of his spurs sounded fainter. A moment later Ellen’s father entered the cabin. His dark, moody face brightened at sight of her. Ellen knew she was the only person in the world left for him to love. And she was sure of his love. Her very presence always made him different. And through the years, the darker their misfortunes, the farther he slipped away from better days, the more she loved him.
“Hello, my Ellen!” he said, and he embraced her. When he had been drinking he never kissed her. “Shore I’m glad you’re home. This heah hole is bad enough any time, but when you’re gone it’s black.... I’m hungry.”
Ellen laid food and drink on the table; and for a little while she did not look directly at him. She was concerned about this new searching power of her eyes. In relation to him she vaguely dreaded it.
Lee Jorth had once been a singularly handsome man. He was tall, but did not have the figure of a horseman. His dark hair was streaked with gray, and was white over his ears. His face was sallow and thin, with deep lines. Under his round, prominent, brown eyes, like deadened furnaces, were blue swollen welts. He had a bitter mouth and weak chin, not wholly concealed by gray mustache and pointed beard. He wore a long frock coat and a wide-brimmed sombrero, both black in color, and so old and stained and frayed that along with the fashion of them they betrayed that they had come from Texas with him. Jorth always persisted in wearing a white linen shirt, likewise a relic of his Southern prosperity, and to-day it was ragged and soiled as usual.
Ellen watched her father eat and waited for him to speak. It occured to her strangely that he never asked about the sheep or the new-born lambs. She divined with a subtle new woman’s intuition that he cared nothing for his sheep.
“Ellen, what riled Daggs?” inquired her father, presently. “He shore had fire in his eye.”