she had to kill him!
before the boys strung him up. Rope on his
’Nita was thoughtful for a moment.
neck and hands tied, then he says something
Her own blood was Spanish, fierce in love,
funny. He said:
hot in vengeance. She understood. About
“‘You fellows got me all right. You
Frankie’s neck she tightened her arms, and in don’t know it, but you’re not hangin’ me for
a choking ecstasy of passion, half-sobbed—
braining that Reed. You’re hangin’ me for
“If they ask me, I’ll swear I saw him
shootin’ Jack Stevens.’
do it—kill Billy!”
“What do you girls know about a
The girls sat and talked, impatiently
fellow crazy as that?”
waiting for some one to come and summon
But ’Nita shook her head, and Frankie
Frankie to the trial as a witness. It was a
was staring from the window; and neither
matter of honor among Californians to always
answered.
have a jury—unless the prisoner confessed—
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