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278 The Call of the Cumberlands
'I want you to learn to love her," he said meaningly.
iii thirty-six hours was in Hixon. On the green river bank was spread a tented street of the State militia, who were on the scene and ready for action. No one recognized Samson, and he hired a horse at the livery stable. In two hours he dismounted at Jesse Purvy's store. As he was mounting the steps, angry voices within halted him suddenly.
"I've been yore executioner fer twenty years," complained a voice, which Samson recognized, with a start, as that of Aaron Mollis. "I hain't never laid down on ye yet. Me an' Jim Asberry killed old Henry South, an' we'd have got his boy ef you'd said the word. I wants a ticket to Oklahoma, an' I gits it, or I gits you !"
Samson stood rigid. Here was the confession of one of his father's murderers. The truce was off! Why should he wait ? Samson South the old,
and Samson South the new, struggled in the grip of two codes. Before a decision came to him there was a report, and the sound of a heavy fall. An excited figure came plunging through the door. Samson seized him by the shoulder.
"Do you know me?" he cried. "No! Damn ye, let me go afore I kills ye!"
Aaron thrust his smoking rifle into Samson's face.
"My name is Samson South !"
Before the astounded man could crook his finger on the trigger, Samson's revolver spoke. Aaron's rifle blazed a little too late, and a little too high.
Samson looked inside the store. Purvy lay dead across the counter. Samson's score was clean.
Dusk was falling when he reached