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Louisiana Lou

Chapter 6 WHERE THE DESERT HAD BEEN

Word Count: 1855    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

frontier village, populated by Indians and cowboys, a desperate and lawless community, and, instead, encountered a small but luxurious hotel, paved streets, shops, people dressed much as they had been

e ferry and a road house. It was beyond her present comprehension that in a dozen years a city could have sprung up harboring twenty thou

hat fact, indeed, spelled a misgiving to her, for, where the law held sway, a private vengeance became a different thing from what she had imagined it to be. Only De Launay's careless gibe as he had left h

trike him like a blow. He saw people like those on Broadway, walking paved sidewalks in front of plate glass under brilliant elec

northeast. There were the mountains, forest clad and cloud capped, as of old. There was the

omy gulch cut out of the lava ran a broad, white ribbon of concrete road. Lastly, and primary cause of all this change, where had once been the roaring falls now sprang a gigantic bow of masonry, two hundred feet in height, and ba

k and gamble, now stood the town, paved with asphalt and brick, jammed with cottages and office buildings, theaters, facto

res of fenced and cultivated land, yielding bountifully under the irrigating waters. F

of Broadway and danced the

kali, one beheld, as far as eye could reach, orderly green patches of

running an uneven and barely discernible line about the edges of the bright blue sky. It was faint and undefined, but D

win ease of mind and rest from the driving restlessness had been taken away from him. Only

set out to do. He left Solange safely ensconced in the shiny, new hotel, whose elevato

und one on a side street, near a lumber yard and not far from the loading chutes which spoke of a consider

heavy roping saddles hanging on the pegs, and bridles with ear loops and no throat latches. If the proprietor, one Mac

side of the barn. De Launay, seedy and disreputable, still had a look about him that spoke of certain long dead days, and MacGr

hot of the affair was that De Launay bought it at a fair price. This took time, a

. They wore no coats, although the November evenings were cool and their waistcoats hung open. Overalls of blue denim, turned up at the bottoms in wide

nt and hatchet faced. His hair was yellow

dy, shorter, with

unay recognized it with a shock of rec

in a duplicate of their pose. N

casually, addressing his rem

fresh pilgrims done

hoed an equally

rt of manners to them d

passively at the ro

it that a gent has got a right t

- of a to

mellin' of liquor-which i

re that debased they even th

. It was 100 broken this time by De La

cow hands her

gish fly buzzed

em outa range and they do

ucatash mur

sure smart on g'og

ially," said the

he had heard the linguists of the A. E. F. do. The two men slowly turned thei

omething beneath his habiliments, th

?" asked Dave. De Launa

n' mules overseas," he mused. "Their daddie

, pilgrim," said Sucatash. "W

of vin rouge," he said. "I reckon you-all musta won

ion. For the first time he saw the rosette in De Launay's buttonh

those for entertainin' a politician," he answ

ckled. "You aimin'

aldas. More exactly, there's a lady, aimin' to head in

respect for snow and blizzards,

ith notions about gold mines and su

in' about a toss-up," said the man called Sucatash. "I reckon it's a certainty that Pop requi

id Dave. "There's some lady pilgrims

and the lady's all ri

selle?" th

. "You'd better see her and talk it over. Me

rld," agreed Sucatash. "They do say that the right

," asserted De Launay, confide

e process of straightening their le

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