She stared at him, her eyes wide as she thought about what he had said ; ;

He remembered Clayton's mocking smile in the saloon when he had asked him what he would do if they brought their cattle to water.

He was thinking that the way she had responded to his own kiss hadn't meant what he had believed it had.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

Surprisingly, he had told the others what he had done.

But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

He had looked over my forms and was impressed by what he had seen there ; ;

Facing the forest now, she who had not dared to enter it before, walked between two trees at random and headed in what she believed was the direction of the pool.

She wondered what had taken place in town, between him and his wife.

Not that her mother knew what had happened, but they could speculate upon it.

He had found Curt's weakness, or what to Jess was a weakness, and was smart enough to take advantage of it.

`` It's within a hundred of what Crip had '', he declared.

Hardly had Mrs. Roebuck driven off when a rusty pick-up truck, father or grandfather of Senor `` Moriarty's '' Ford sedan, came screeching to a dust-swirling stop, and a brown face appeared, its nose threatened by shards of what had once been the side window.

Anyway, it was evident what he had in mind ''.

As far as I was concerned, she had already and had dandily shown what she could do.

Sometimes I wondered vaguely what he did about women for my Aunt, by blood, had died some years ago, but neither of us said anything.

Montero had set up a strong position, using every bale and box we had in addition to barricades of logs and brush.

I found a trooper once the Apache had spread-eagled on an ant hill, and another time we ran across some teamsters they'd caught, tied upside down on their own wagon wheels over little fires until their brains was exploded right out o' their skulls.

It was a disturbingly familiar face, too, but I couldn't remember where we had met.

I had seen two of them and we would soon be in another city-wide, joyous celebration with romance in the air ; ;

I dismissed these feelings as wishful thinking but I could not get it out of my head that we had a strong physical attraction for one another and we both feared to dwell on it because of our relationship.

Three days previously, we had steamed past barren Rennell Island in the distance.

we had drifted closer.

Also, we should not even to-day discount the fact that a region such as the coastal lowlands centering on Charleston had closer ties with England and the West Indies than with the North even after independence.

His letter had suggested we meet at my hotel at noon on Sunday, and I came into the lobby as the clock struck twelve.

When these had been pocketed, we could still spend a morning cracking open other pebbles for our delight in seeing how much prettier they were inside than their dull exteriors indicated.

I used his polarity to illustrate what I thought had happened to us in that form of liberalism we call Progressivism.

Then suddenly we found ourselves in the middle of another fight, an irrational, an indecent, an undeclared and immoral war with our strongest ( and some had thought noblest ) ally.

Would we gain by keeping alive his memory and besmirching today's Roman Catholics by saying he had a Catholic heart??

When Peter B. Kyne ( Pride Of Palomar, 43 ) informed us in 1921 that we had an instinctive dislike for the Japanese, did the heated debates of the Californians settle the truth or falsity of the proposition??

And we had the uneasy sense that the cleavage between the moral and the political progressed amid the events which concern us.

Ironically no president we have had would have regretted more than President Eisenhower the possibility to which his own words, in the press conference held at the beginning of August, testified: that unable as he was himself to say his running was best for the country, unconsciously he had placed his party before his nation.

About this man we had to think twice.

`` We were possessed by visions of a new civilization to come, very pure and elevated '', he has said, `` in fact some ideal form of socialism such as we had dreamed of since the war of 1914-1918 ''.

The problem is rather to find out what is actually happening, and this is especially difficult for the reason that `` we are busily being defended from a knowledge of the present, sometimes by the very agencies -- our educational system, our mass media, our statesmen -- on which we have had to rely most heavily for understanding of ourselves ''.

If you had screamed right there in the street where we stood, I could not have felt more fear.

He had no idea how much time Budd would give him.

In vain his mind groped to reassemble the bones of the relationships he had sought so desperately, but they would not come to life.

With every leaping stride of the horse beneath him he crossed one more patch of earth that had been his, that he would never see again.

The place had been cheap -- just the little he had left after Amelia's burial -- and it would serve its purpose.

And he had a feeling -- thanks to the girl -- that things would get worse before they got better.

As I had expected, he insisted that my visits to the hall would do nothing to further the process of my application.

He had been worried that with Miller and Rankin added to the escape party they would be short.

She had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she would not feel comfortable about her child until she had personally confided her to the care of the little pink woman who chose to be called `` Auntie ''.

She had the feeling that, under the mouldering leaves, there would be the bodies of dead animals, quietly decaying and giving their soil back to the mountain.

She had to move in some direction -- any direction that would take her away from this evil place.

He knew that anything a brainy little lady like her had to say would be plumb important, as well as pleasin' to the ear, and he didn't want to miss a word of it.

He, McBride, would be cited as in the wrong, and he, Lord, would go scot-free, an officer who had only done his duty, though perhaps too energetically.

If the bluff failed and they ran into trouble, Brannon had told the others, they would withdraw -- and he would come after his son another time.

Yet had he not visited the girl at Saw Buck he would never have been involved in this latest tangle.

If he wondered whether the attackers would allow him to pull away unmolested, he had his answer a moment later.

I let up on the accelerator, only to gradually reach again the 60 m.p.h. which would, I hoped, overhaul Herry and the blonde, and as there were cars whose drivers apparently had something more important to catch than had I, Mrs. Major Roebuck settled down to practicing on Corporal Johnson the kittenish wiles she would need when making her duty call on Colonel and Mrs. Somebody in Sante Fe.