Trails to Two Moons. Robert Welles Ritchie
leaped lightly as a mountain cat and threw an arm about Hilma's waist. His free hand he slipped under her chin to force her head, with its glory of dandelion gold, back for the kiss his lips flamed to give. The eyes that blazed so close to his were wild as a trapped panther's. Full lips so near his parted over sharp teeth in almost an animal snarl.
Hilma did not scream. She merely slashed Zang twice across the face from ear to chin with lightning sweep of her nails, then bowed her strong shoulders and pressed one knee against his thigh to break his hold upon her.
"This kiss—is comin'—with interest added on to it," Zang panted. Silently, desperately the girl fought him.
A figure darkened the doorway. Came a drawling voice: "Ex-cuse me!"
Zang Whistler released the girl and leaped back, his hand dropping swiftly toward his hip.
Original Bill Blunt, the range inspector, stood with shoulder against doorpost, laughing silently.
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