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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 17 (1923)

Lonely and sad the day was, yes, and yet Hugh arrived at the Governor’s mansion for the hour’s rest permitted him by the ferocious Johnny, with a curious feeling of satisfaction. There was something gratifying in realizing that the people of Wyoming believed he would lead them into that nebulous, elusive finer life that the lowliest and the worst of us longs for and seldom achieves. Only in certain restricted directions could Hugh open a trail for them, he knew.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 17 (1923)

Pink broke the silence. “Well, do I get the stallion or don’t I? Do I get this Injun jailed, or don’t I?”
“You’ll get neither,” said Hugh in a calm voice. “Red Wolf keeps the stallion. Indian or no Indian, he’s a thoroughbred. Am I not right?” appealing with a smile to the listening throng.
Johnny Parnell, in the whitest angora chaps and the most vivid blue handkerchief ever seen in Cheyenne, jingled up the steps.
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Portrait of Honoré Willsie Honoré Willsie The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 17 (1923)

Indian hate still lives in our frontier states. Many a man and woman in that audience had lived through horrors of Indian warfare of which the mark on Pink’s head was the sign manual. Pink Morgan was more or less of a joke, but the scalp mark on his head brought tragedy to the memory of every pioneer who saw it.
A murmur rose. Hugh looked quickly at Red Wolf. The old chief stood silent, unafraid.
“You’d better go, Red Wolf,” Hugh said to him quietly. “Take your horse straight through the Capitol to the rear door.”
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