Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 38 of 100
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42 THE GIRL TRAILER. “ Where is it ?” “ Section forty, up here by the lake.” | “Why, what are you talking about, Gaston Foix? Don’t I know well enough that ‘ section forty ’ was bought this very day by Wallace Burton ?” “ What of it? Curse it, the land is mine, and this inter- loper has no right to come here and steal it from me. J’ll have it, if I have to wade in blood to get it, and I want it surveyed.” | “ You'll have to excuse me,” said Rod. “In fact, I prom- ised Mr. Burton to run out the land for him.” “You'll bave to break your promise,” hissed Gaston Foix as his hand went to the bosom of his hunting-shirt. “T reckon not,” replied Red, bringing his rifle to a level, “Take care, Mr. Foix. You know me well enough and can be tolerably certain that I shall not miss you at this distance. Put down your band.” | “ Hold on,” said Foix. “I give you my word of honor that I won’t lift a hand against you now, but I want to speak to you for your own good. I'll give you five hundred dollars to do this job for me.” “T won’t; what good would it do you to have this land surveyed, when you can’t hold it? I should only rob you if I went up and surveyed it.” “The survey would give me a sort of claim,” replied the other. “Come—a thousand dollars paid in your hang the moment the work is done.” Rod Phelps hesitated. He was a young man just making his way in the world, and a thousand dollars to him then would be absolute riches. “ Will you take it ?” whispered Giatol Foix, eagerly. “No; [ll keep my word with Wallace Burton; even though I lose so much by it.” “You are a fool and will never marry Jennie Carroll if [ can prevent it. A willful man must have his way and I can only say that I am sorry for you. Good-night.” He darted into the bushes and was gone, and Phelps rode down the road in a thoughtful mood. It puzzled him ex- ceedingly that Gaston Foix should be so fiercely intent upon getting this particular section. In his mind many others connmicl ooolks.comn