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I wasn't able to get over the ‘settled-up’ idea that east- ern people have. Nobody but west- erners will ever be able to under- stand our dry land. They'll never believe that a country can be over- settled—and yet have nothing in it but coyotes and jackrabbits and half a dozen poor cows to the mile.” He noticed that she called it ‘our dry land,” now. “And so—?" “I'm going to stay with my brand, until there isn't one bit of the 94 left. After all, I'm my father's daughter. The country is part of me, bred in.” “I know how you feel,” he said slowly. ‘““But—it isn't as if you could really do anything here, now." “I'll be able to keep you informed of what's happening here, at least. I hardly think Val Douglas would take much interest in that, left to himself. But it isn’t that. It's sim. ply—I can’t always run away from everything. I've run away from too many things, and sometimes after- ward I've been sorry.” He could understand that, but it surprised him to find her looking at things in that way. He had to respect her for it, but it didn't make the set-up any easier for him. “I suppose there isn't anything I can do he admitted regretfully. “You've already shown me that when you set out to do a thing, you'll do it in spite of all hell and the drouth.” “Woul i that way?” don't know as 1 could ever nyself to want you any dif- ferent than you are.” He made a cigarette, and lit it, and gloomily studied its smoke. He was thinking that it was pretty near too ask of a man to go off on a long trail, the way things were here, and leave this child— Suddenly he realized that this girl was not any longer a child. He had not known that he had always before seen her as a child, until now he saw her as something else. Her face had a color that was like a child's color, clear and lovely, but its contours no longer suggested a little girl. It was a quiet face, thoughtful and awake, and somehow competent looking; and her eyes, looking that distance beyond the walls, were looking into the fu- ture—understandingly, even som- berly, but unafraid. He wondered why he had not real- ized before how changed she was. Every movement she made, every pose she took, was different from what he had seen in the girl he had made love to two years before Two years ago Marian Dunn would have been able to lounge re- laxed upon his bunk in pajamas and an Indian blanket, thinking about the factors of range war, and the business affairs of men; she would have been nervously con- scious then of the fact that the man she was with loved her—would have worried about what he would do or say. This girl did not worry, but stead- ily faced the situation in which they found themselves. He looked away from her, un- able any longer to think of murder clues or cow mortgages while she was in his eyes. He fixed his gaze upon his thrown-down gunbelt and you rather much to into ’ nos Bitterly he was blaming that he could not see through this killing case; for he had a persistent hunch that everything necessary for solution was in his hands. He blamed only himself that he must now take a long trail to dis- cover what might be obvious, here and now, to a more brilliant de- duction. He tried to set his mind to the factors he had discussed with Cof- fee, in one more supreme effort to short-cut the case, but his mind would not work for him. Even with his eyes upon a saddle or a gun he could still see nothing but the girl— every glint of light in the loase bush of her hair, the slim cordings of a wrist, the resting look of a hand that lay palm up upon the blanket. It was impossible for him not to wonder if things between them might not have been different had he never known her two years be- fore at all, but could have started over again now, to win her in a new way. Then it occurred to him that it was a waste of time to be looking at a gun or a saddle blan- ket, trying to think, when he might be looking at her. Perhaps it would be a long time before he would see her again; perhaps he would never see her again at all So now he let murder and cows and money slide into the lost shad. ows, and he turned to her; and as he did so he found that her eyes were on his face. They looked at each other steadily, while the mo- ments passed. If he had held her eyes so long two years ago she would have flushed and looked away, but she did not look away now. Her eyes looked lazy, but not sleepy; they were as found them unreadable at first. recognized that she was not think- ing about murder clues, All at once he knew that there was no barrier between them any more at all, and had not been any for a long time, except the barrier put there by his old defeat. And he knew now that he had never failed at all, but that the years had worked for him in ways he would not have guessed. He said slowly, “1 was the one who was a fool." He never knew what move he made that brought her into his arms. With the barrier gone from between them at last they found themselves in each other's arms as tably as the dry land takes up the rare rains; and his heart lifted up like the April grass of off and is forgotten as if it had His Hungry Mouth Found an An- swering Quiver in Her Lips. never been. His hungry mouth found an answering quiver in her lips; and for a while, under spell of the gentle warmth that he had thought would never be his, he no longer worried about what might happen to the cow kingdom of Horse Dunn. Presently she said, “Two years ago it was my fault. But last night in the hills it was yours. If you had only put your hands on me but you had to stand with a face like granite, and eyes like death in the foothills" “Il know that-—now " let you go. thing-—can happen before we're to- gether again." “But we have this hour, “Nothing can ever that!" Each was seeing a person he had never seen before. He was still whipcord and braided leather, the saddle man who could hold his own in the upheaval of markets and the shifting games of the financiers: but and dour hardness that in the arms of this girl it was as if he And in the girl the 'e now rob us of been able to bend seemed melted, and the curve of her body within his arm was a surrender without re- serve. lay together on the bunk that for the time was not his, but theirs, in that lonely and deserted house: and he learned here that she was nei- ther east nor west, but all woman. A harsh, taut strain that had held them for days seemed to slacken and go out of the night, as if guns and cattle were unimportant things: and in that hour that was theirs alone, one bitterness went out of the world forever. It was not a surprise, but a consummation, when presently he found that she was asleep. He picked her up and carried her to her own room, and put her in her own bed; and she smiled faintly in her sleep as he kissed her eyes. Then he walked out of the house, by a different door than the one where Coffee sat, and stood listen- ing to the still night. Then, while his mind was entirely away from hatred and violence for the first time in a week, something in the back of his mind found the came back into the night, turning him cold. Wheeler walked around the house to where Old Man Coffee still sat. As far as the naked eye could ob- serve Old Man Coffee had not changed his position; he could sit like a rock or an Indian hours on end, as if this were his natural way of living out his life. Wheeler sat down slowly and stiffly on the step beside the old man, he ran his hands over his face, shook his head like a fighter trying to clear away the effects of a killing right cross. Coffee did not speak and for a lit- “Coffee,” he said I see it all.” Coffee took his pipe out of his “All “1 know who fired on Marian.” “Hell, son, you had that figured Coffee glanced at the stars which he used as a clock. “Two rected himself. “1 had the wrong reason,” Wheel- er said; '‘this time I know. And knowing that, I know now why Bob Flagg had forenotice that he was near his end. And I can prove it 17 a Man Coffee started to say, “You sound like you was full of —"' but he hesitated and studied Billy Wheeler sidelong through the thin dark. “Answer m~» one thing, son," he said at last. “What was the thing that showed you the killer trail?’ “It was two things, Coffee,’ Wheeler said; ““not one. Two kind oking things, that I knew and then forgot. But as soon as I saw meaning of one of them, right away I saw the meaning of the other. Like as if the two clues were tied together by the neck. Coffee, Marian doesn't know a thing in the world about this. But the first thing that come to me was something I remembered that she said. You re- member after-—"’ “Stop,” said Old Man Coffee. So sharply had the old man com- manded him that Wheeler at thought Coffee was listening to some distant sound. “What's the mat- ter?” “I've heard enough.” the “I've kind of suspected it these “Do knows?" you think 4} I'm virtually certain tha ’ £ f ferently than I did, Coffee.” “Different than you,” Coffee agreed. "God knows how you come at it. I don't want to know. In a minute now I'm going to say no But nobody else in the Red Rock could have found it out ex- cept maybe Cayuse Cayetano—and he's dead.” They sat silent for a little time. “What's the next move?" Wheeler presently asked. “Until you spoke,” Coffee said, ng to be out. by a little while, until I see what you do.’ Something we're not working together, then?” “Seems like we might not be, son. I'm an old man; and I long ago learned that sometimes it's a good idee to leave sleeping dogs *“You mean, you'd have been will- ing to pull out of this case and leave it unsolved forever?" Old Man Coffee drew half a dozen answered. ‘The first murder case I worked on,” he said at last, “was a long time ago. Sometimes I think that one first case was the misfor- tune of my life. Because it gave me a kind of a reputation in a small way, so that ever since then I've been called in on such, from time to time, over and over again. Man hunting isn’t a pretty job, Bil- ly, nor anything a man would care to turn his hand to more than once, if he could get out of it. But I've always worked hard and honestly on my case where I once set my hand. And now that I'm old I figure to keep one right to myself—the right to keep my mouth shut if I can’t see where clearing up a mystery will serve no proper end. “Take this case, here. Do think that solving this crime can possibly come under the head of helping any living person, or pre- serving the peace? You know bet- ter than that. You know as well as I do that the minute the answer is made known the guns will crack out, and good boys that's got nothing to do with either side will be throwing lead into each other's guts.” “You think Horse Dunn will take to the guns?" “Of course he'll take to the guns! You know him well enough to know that. The guns will be talking be- fore ever the “The pr ught tc enough.” “1 got no doubt of that. least one way of proof see more. But whi you is this ’ 4 you're doing you and you ing 801 g before you lid. Don't raise it you'd rather see f it, in place of whi hing unsound at the | n that calls for JU “Then I'll give you your answer.” “I'l give you the whole thing, once and for all, in four words. Think of the girl" He took a couple of drags on his pipe. “Forget Horse Dunn, and the cattle, and the money, and the range. Forget even the good fight- ing boys, here on the 94—Tulare and Steve Hurley and Val Douglas— And Gil Baker, he'll be in it if he has to drag a broken leg the street. But forget all them. what this here head-on 1 between the M4 all of the rest of the range is going « to the girl" Wheeler sat silent for a long time At last, needing to be alone, he got up and walked off into dark, leaving Old Man Coffee with the darkness and his pipe He went and he ) mean the about the girl heart, now at the end. He could never think about anything any more except in terms of its effect upon her He had an hour to come to his the hardest hour of his life, because he knew that he held in his hands the future of them all. More than once he turned to Coffee's easier way. But as a gray light bega: slowly across the 94 thought he knew what he must do. He went in and rapped on Mar- beside her bed. “You and I are going to Inspiration,” he told her. (TO BE CONTINUED) It's the last round-up for the mus- tang of the western range country. Thoroughbred stock is fast replac- ing the tough, nimble-footed horse which was the pioneer’s staunchest ally in creating a ranch empire. Sharply changed conditions have minimized the importance of the horse in the modern live stock in- dustry, with the result that the mus- tang — the Southwest's distinctive breed of horse—is no longer in great demand. The vast ranches which once stretched for miles across the plains, unfenced and with indefinite bound- aries, have given way to compact units, the largest seldom more than a few thousand acres, These smaller ranches, writes a Del Rio, Texas, correspondent in the Cleveland Plain Dealer, with new methods of stock raising, and the free use of motor vehicles, have less need of the durable, inexpensive mustang. Racing, with its constant call for blooded stock, has had a strong in- % fluence on breeding in the last few years. 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