Спрут: Калифорнийская история

Chapter II

           

           Insilence,grim,bitter,infinitelysad,thethreemenasifatthatmomentactuallystandinginthebar-roomofCaraher’sroadsidesaloon,contemplatedtheslowsinking,theinevitablecollapseandsubmergingofoneoftheircompanions,thewreckofacareer,theruinofanindividual;anhonestman,strong,fearless,upright,struckdownbyacolossalpower,pervertedbyanevilinfluence,goreelingtohisruin.

           “Iseehisfinish,”repeatedAnnixter.“ExitDyke,andscoreanothertallyforS.Behrman,ShelgrimandCo.”

           Hemovedawayimpatiently,looseningthetie-ropewithwhichthebuckskinwasfastened.Heswunghimselfup.

           “Godforusall,”hedeclaredasherodeaway,“andthedeviltakethehindmost.Good-bye,I’mgoinghome.Istillhaveonealittlelonger.”

           HegallopedawayalongtheLowerRoad,inthedirectionofQuienSabe,emergingfromthegroveofcypressandeucalyptusabouttheranchhouse,andcomingoutuponthebarebrownplainofthewheatland,stretchingawayfromhiminapparentbarrennessoneitherhand.

           Itwaslateintheday,alreadyhisshadowwaslonguponthepaddeddustoftheroadinfrontofhim.Onahead,alongwaysoff,andalittletothenorth,thevenerablecampanileoftheMissionSanJuanwasglintingradiantinthelastraysofthesun,whilebehindhim,towardsthenorthandwest,thegildeddomeofthecourthouseatBonnevillestoodsilhouettedinpurplishblackagainsttheflamingwest.Annixterspurredthebuck-skinforward.Hefearedhemightbelatetohissupper.HewonderedifitwouldbebroughttohimbyHilma.

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