"
Ed burst into sudden laughter. "Good Lord! There's no harm in a
little flirtation. Rosa's a pretty girl."
His wife uttered a breathless, smothered exclamation; her hands,
as they lay on the table-cloth, were tightly clenched. "She's your
tenant--almost your servant. What kind of a man are you? Haven't
you any decency left?"
"Say! Go easy! I guess I'm no different to most men." Austin's
unpleasant laughter had been succeeded by a still more unpleasant
scowl. "I have to do SOMETHING. It's dead enough around here--"
"You must stop going there."
"Humph! I notice YOU go where YOU please. Rosa and I never spent a
night together in the chaparral--"
"Ed!" Alaire's exclamation was like the snap of a whip. She rose
and faced her husband, quivering as if the lash had stung her
flesh.
"That went home, eh? Well, I'm no fool! I've seen something of the
world, and I've found that women are about like men. I'd like to
have a look at this David Law, this gunman, this Handsome Harry
who waits at water-holes for ladies in distress." Ed ignored his
wife's outflung hand, and continued, mockingly: "I'll bet he's all
that's manly and splendid, everything that I'm NOT.
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