arms, speaking broken phrases like a child who has newly learned to talk.
Afterward Tom McLane and his clan strode through the shadows and fronted them. âTwo of you have come back,â he said, âanâ I shanât ask where Henry McLane is now.â
âYou are right,â said Purdue, âfor I cannot tell you.â
McLane removed his hat. âAt least,â he said, âhe fell by a real manâs hand.â
âYou are wrong,â answered Lazy Purdue, âhe fell by a surer hand than that of any man. And now, Tom McLane, I want to say what I have tried to say before and couldnât. The feud between the McLanes and the Conovers is at an end.â
âThatâs a lie,â said McLane with a slight return ofheat. âIâm tired of bloodshed, but this thing has got to be fought out sometime, and it might as well be fought out now. The McLanes and the Conovers will never rest in peace.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong,â said Lazy Purdue, âfor theyâre linked together now with blood. There is a McLane thatâs a Conover and a Conover thatâs a McLane as far as the laws of God and man can make them. Iâm the McLane thatâs become a Conover.â
âHow in the name oâ God are you a McLane?â breathed Tom.
âDo you remember when Henry McLane, that was your brother, was driven out of the country for killing two Conovers away back years ago?â
âI do.â
âAnâ do ye remember that he took a wee bit of a son along with him when he left?â
âBy God, anâ youâre the boy!â cried Tom McLane. He raised his hand to his lips and gave the long, owl-like cry that had been the rallying call of the McLanes for generations past. âBoys,â he shouted, âthis here feud is ended! Hereâs a McLane come home to us anâ became a Conover, anâ the feud has done run itself into the ground at last!â
Late that night, a little before the dawn commenced, Lazy Purdue sat by the bed of Marion and told a long, long story. When he ended, he was astonished to see that she was laughing lightly up to him.
âHoney,â she said, âI knew you was a McLane the minute I looked at you that first night when you stood there with the blood of poor George on your forehead anâ over your heart!â
B ILLY A NGEL ,
T ROUBLE L OVER
By the 1920s Faustâs output was prodigious and would continue to be so through the 1930s. âBilly Angel, Trouble Loverâ was one of twenty-three short novels and stories and thirteen serials to appear in 1924. It was published in the
Western Story Magazine
issue dated November 22 nd under the George Owen Baxter byline. What makes the short novel rather unusual is Faustâs use of the heroine, Sue Markham, as the point of view character. It is through her eyes that we meet Billy Angel, the rascally hero who finds refuge in Sueâs café when he is wounded.
I
S UE T O T HE R ESCUE
On an October night, Sue Markham saw him first. October nights in the mountains are not the October nights of the plains. In the lowlands the air is crisp, but the frost is not yet in it; in the mountains winter has already come, and on this night the cold was given teeth by a howling wind.
She preferred these windy, biting nights. For, when the trains reached that little station of Derby and paused to put on the extra engine that would tug them up the long grade and over the shoulder of Derby Mountain, the crews darted in for a piece of pie and a cup of hot coffee. For five minutes, she would be kept busy serving like lightning, and the cash drawer was constantly banging open and shut. Sometimes a passenger hurried in to swallow a morsel of food, listening with a haunted look in his eyes for the cry of âAll aboard!â She had glimpses of ladies and gentlemen, in this way. She saw their fine clothes, their train-weary faces. And,
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