Amy Bell Marlowe

The Girl from Sunset Ranch Amy Bell Marlowe

He was not, however, always unconscious. He was a masterful man and he refused to take drugs to deaden the pain. "Let me know what I am about until I meet death," he had whispered. "I-am-not-afraid." And yet, there was one thing of which he had been sorely afraid. It was the thought of leaving his daughter alone. "Oh, Snuggy!" he groaned, clinging to the girl's plump hand with his own weak one. "If there were some of your own kind to-to leave you with. A girl like you needs women about-good women, and refined women. Squaws, and Greasers, and half-breeds aren't the kind of women-folk your mother was brought up among. "I don't know but I've done wrong these past few years-since your mother died, anyway. I've been making money here, and it's all for you, Snuggy. That's fixed by the lawyer in Elberon. "Big Hen Billings is executor and guardian of you and the ranch.