She whirled and faced Eamon, whose eyes blazed hate and murder and whose tongue spoke the foulness of his soul. He flung out his arm fiercely and thrust her aside. ' Me, I kill that dam —'
He did not say any more, and the six-shooter he had levelled at Luck dropped from his nerveless hand. Like a coiled adder, Annie-Many-Ponies had struck. Like an avenging spirit she pulled the knife free and held it high over her head, fac-311
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ing Luck who stared up at her from below. He thought the look in her eyes was fear of him and of the law, and he lifted his hand and gave hack the peace-sign. It was for him she had killed — and she should not be punished if he could save her. But Luck failed to read her look aright; it was not fear he saw, but farewell.
For with her free hand she made the sign of peace and farewell — and then the knife descended straight as a plummet to her heart. But even as she fell she spurned the dead Eamon with her feet, so that he rolled a little way while the black dog growled at him with bared teeth; even in death she would not touch him who had been so foul.
Luck ran the last few, steep steps, and took her in his arms. His eyes were blurred so that he could not see her face, and his voice shook so that he could scarcely form the words that brushed back death from her soul and brought a smile to her eyes.
' Annie — little sister! '
Annie-Many^Ponies raised one creeping hand, groping until her fingers touched his face. 312
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' Wagalexa Conka — cola! ' He took her fingers and for an instant, while she yet could feel, he laid them against his lips.
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