18/31 But they've little responsibility. Can we risk having our homes burned in our absence ?" Jane felt the stretching and chilling of the skin of her face as the blood left it. Some of them are yours." "I know ?... Carson, I never in my life took a day's labor for rent or a yearling calf or a bunch of grass, let alone gold." "Bivens, your store-keeper, sees to that." "Look here, Carson," went on Jane, hurriedly, and now her cheeks were burning. "You and Black and Willet pack your goods and move your families up to my cabins in the grove. |