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Kentucky ~rones grinne~ but the grin
was very faint He was pitying the
girl as he had never pitied anyone in
his life. There was a forlorn despera-
tion about her scheme which told him,
better than anything else could have
done, how heavily events had pressed
down upon this girl. In effect, Jean
Ragland was offering him all the tan-
gible assets which she controlled to
serve as a gunfighter, and a leader of
gunfighters. Yet to the best of his be-
lief she was Justified. There was noth-
ing Imaginary about the encroachment
of Elliot; and if Campo persisted in
his unaccountable state of paralysis
the Bar Hook brand was done.
"What's Campo going to say to this?"
he a~ked her.
"I'll take care of Campo."
Kentucky J~rnes found himself deep-
ly stirred. Yet he would have thought
himself a fool if he had accepted such
a propo~ltion only to please ,Tea~ One
consideration alone urged him to agree.
He was anxious to talk to Bob Elliot;
and he felt that the basis she suggested
would give him every advantage in
this.
"I'm not going to turn you down,"
he said at last. "But I can accept only
on certain conditions. First, that too
strenuous an objection is not made by
your father. Another is that if Campo
Ragland later decides to make his own
fight; or if for any other reason I'm
no longer needed, then I can withdraw.
and the deal is off."
"I accept that," she said.
"Another condition Is that the price
of one dollar be changed to read: 'One
dollar and such other consideration as
the buyer shall consider proper, ac-
cording to the state of the market upon
delivery.'"
She objected vigorously to that; but
since at worst it conceded him what
profit he might consider Justified, she
st length gave in. She offered him her
hand, closing a bargain which placed
him In the most curious position he
aver had occupied in hls llfe.
"Jean," he said. "I'm going to ask
you one question, and I want you to
answer it. Do you know who killed
John Mason?"
"No," she said Instantly. "Kentucky,
I swear that I don't know that l I
thought I knew, until Zack Sanders
was found; but now I'm Just as sure
that I was wrong."
"I won't try to get you to tell me,"
he said, "what you evidently don't want
me to know, But, Jean, I tell you this:
the time may come when I'll need your
help and need it bad. When that time
comes, I want you to remember that
perhaps I wouldn't be In this if you
hadn't asked me in."
"I won't forget."
He got up and Jerked on his coat.
"I'm going to see Bob Elliot," he told
her.
The back of her hand flew to her
mouth. "Now?" she said faintly.
"It's as good a time as any, isn't It?"
Jean Ragland turned white. "Then
go on. You~I guess you know I wish
you luck."
"I might need It," he admitted.
As he reached the door she sud-
denly called his name. and he turned
back. She was staring after him,
white-faced. "Are---will you be armed?"
"I don't know. We'll see."
He was wondering, as he saddled a
fresh pony, if she had commissioned
him to kill Bob Elliot.
The buildings of the 88 were made
variously of adobe, clapboards, and
square-hewn logs.
Bill McCord stood in the doorway of
the barn as Kentucky Jones came up.
Kentucky bad a feeling that he had
been seen and watched from a long
way off.
"You want to see me?" McCord
asked.
"I'll ta:k to your boss, ff he's here."
Bill McCord rolled a crooked cigar-
ette from one corner of his mouth to
the other. "All right. He's up at the
house." He did not offer any accommo-
dations for Kentucky's horse.
Kent~cky rode to what appeared to
be the main door of a squat adobe
which a glance of McCord's eye had
Indicated. The ~loor opened as he pulled
up, and Bob.Elliot stood there, looking
at him without expression.
"Hello, Bob," Kentucky said.
Bob Elliot leaned against the side
of the doorway, lean-shouldered,
straight-backed, looking competent and
tall. 'qt seems very peculiar," he said
with casual frostiness, "to see you
here."
"I suppose So," said Kentucky, swing-
ing down without l,~vitation. "Are you
going to ask me In or not?"
'°I hadn't thought of it," said Elliot;
"is the~e any special call for it?"
"There is."
*'Let's hear what your business is,
then:"
"It's a little matter of range rights,"
Kentucky told him,
"In that case," said Elliot. "go back
and tell your boss you fell down. I
understand my rights on the Bake Pan,
and Wolf Bench, too, Just as well as
he does. And when he wants to talk
to me he can come .himself!"
"Ragland." said Kentucky, "can
~peak on hls own behalf, what and
where he wants tO~ without advice from
lne--or from you either. It happens
that this time I'm speaking for myself.
THE BEACH REVIEW
RANGE
:By ALAN LE MAY'
~opyri~ht by Alan ~ay Berries.
ment more. "Come in here," he said at
last He turned his back and walked
into the house ; and Kentucky followed
him. "I thought I understood you to
say you'd bought into tr, e Bar Hook,"
said Elliot as soon as the door was
shut. "Now what in all h--l can be
your idea in that?"
~I was able to buy some hundi'eds of
head of Bar Hook cattle a~ a very fa.
vorable price," Kentucky to.:d him. "I'll
make something on those cattle in the
spring."
"In the spring," Elliot repeated.
"Aud where did you expec*, t. hold
them through the winter?" "Right where they are."
Bob Elllot stared at him again while
this soaked in. Then abruptly, unex-
pectedly, he turned away from Keu-
tucky Jones and began to laugh, as
Kentucky lind seen him laugh before
In Sheriff Hopper's office at Waterman.
He pressed the back of his hand tu his
mouth and s~emed to fight the parox-
ysm, which shook him as If he had been
trying to strangle a fit of coughing.
"This is rich," he said at last "N~th-
lng trivial about this transaction, I
hope?"
"Hardly."
"So now naturally you want to tall~
to me."
"Naturally. Both technically a~.d
practically, for the time being I am a
part owner of the Bar Hook. Mo,e
particularly as regards the Bar Hook
grazing rights."
"In short," said Elliot, "what you
came here to tell me Is that your shar~
In the Bar Hook is a fighting share."
"You can call it that."
Bob Elliot lighted a tailor-made cig-
arette. The Ironically humorous glance
of his frosty blue eyes had a snap like
the flick of a whip. "That girl certainly
got you in for something," he said.
"Yes?" Kentucky Jones smiled on
one side of his mouth, Until now nei-
ther had mentioned the incident In the
sheriff's ofllce which had terminated
when Kentucky Jones had knocked Bol~
Elliot out. He held his peace, and be-~
gan the making of a cigarette; but he
same circumstances. And that wasn't
so long ago. Not so long ago!"
"This gets no place," said Kentucky.
"I told you what I came to tell you--
that lets me out, From now on look to
yourself. And don't drive cattle into Bar
Hook range--my range--wlthout ex-
pecting them to come right home to
roost in a cloud of yells."
"Suits me," Elliot agreed. "Don't
think I've forgotten the sore Jaw you
gave me In that run-ln at Waterman.
God knows I never hoped for such s
chance to smash the two of you at
once !"
Kentucky Jones grinned and turned
to the door. "That's what I like to
hear !" He stepped out to his horse and
threw the reins over the animal's head.
"Go tell that girl," said Elliot from
the door. "that her father can't hlde
behind you this trip---you ain't big
~nough in size. And--try to make her
tell you what she knows!"
Kentucky was ready to admit--to
hlmself~that that parting shot went
'home. What he could not escape from
was tim sure knowledge that Jean Rag.
land did know something, perhaps sev-
eral things, which he should have
known. But he returned Bob Elliot's
sardonic grin.
"Come and see me some time," he
sald; and he went away from there.
CHAPTER VII
That was a good long-stepping horse
Kentucky rode that day; so that it
was still a little before the long winter
dusk as he reacimd the half way point
on his return ride. His pony pricked
its ears forward sharply, and Kentucky
brought the horse to a stop while he
listened.
Far ahead~whether it came from
tim Bake Pan or the Bench he could
not tell--sounded a curious drum tat-
too, a thin popping whisper of gunfire.
For perhaps half a minute the far-off
gun ~alk continued, oddly llke the pop-
ping of grease in a skillet Then. it
stopped abruptly, as if all of the guns
had fallen silent together, and In the
utter quiet of those vast snowy spaces
there was no longer any indication
that anything had happened. Kentucky
Jones struck the spurs to his horse and
THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER
At the ln~_uest into the death of John Mason, banker, Jean, daughter of
Campo Ragland, owner of the Bar Hook ranch, where Mason met de~th, sur-
reptitleusly passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed Mason. Ken-
tucky goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch. The Mason verdict is accidental
death. Bob Elliot. owner of the adjoining range, drives his cattle on the Bar
Hook land. Lee Bishop, Ragland's ranch boss, expostulates, and Bill M~CCord,
Elliot's foreman, insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at Ragland's in-
difference to Elliot's action. Bishop urges Kentucky to try to influence Jean to
arouse her father. He does so, unwillingly, and her reaction mystifies him. Zack
Sanders, Bar Hook cook, Is found dead, murdered. Sheriff Hopper, Investigating
Sanders' death, announces his knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jone~
seeks to trace the ownership of a gun found on Zack Sanders. which he is con.
fldent ha.~ a bearing on the mystery.
thought that Elliot must have know~
what was in his mind.
"Iql tell you a Couple of things fo~
your own good," Bob Elliot went on.
"You're butting Into a situation that
you know very little about, Jones. You
seem to think that this little difference
of opinion that's coming up now be-
tween me and Ragland is something
new. It isn't. We've had it all the time.
Even without this new crisis brought
on by Mason's death, there never could
have been room for both the Bar Hook
and the 88, in the long run. Sooner
or later one or the other would have
had to go. Up until now I've been
willing to give Ragland a break for
the sake of the peace. It Just happens
that the way things fall out I'm not
able to baby him any more. Don't you
forget for a minute, that the land In
question is public domain."
"And that you're eutltled to graze
half way from your water to his. You'll
have to govern your cattle count bY
that; and we don't want to see one
head more."
Elliot made an Impatient gesture
with his cigarette. "It'll be a long day,"
he said contemptuously, "when you tell
me something about the cattle busi-
ness In the rimrock, Jones. If you
think Ragland has a case---ask Campo
why he's sitting back in his corner,
and sending you to make his bluff.
Ask him. You might find out some-
thing you need to know."
Kentucky Jones shrugged. "I can't
speak for what Campo will do. I've
bought in on the understanding that
the land my cattle a~;e on is Bar Hook
range--has always been Bar Hook
range. I'll tell you straight out, Elliot
--I don't mean to have that range
forced. And If I have to take my boys
and ram your stock right back down
your throat, In order to hold my graze,
stand from under I It's up to you."
Bob Elliot eyed him speculatively.
"I don't think that you're going to
make much of a war on the 88."
"I'll make what push I need to, no
more---and no less."
Elliot allowed himself a faint smile.
"I suppose you know you'll have to
fight Campo himself, first?"
"What makes you think so?"
"For one thing," Elliot told him, "be-
cause when you hooked up with Campo
Ragland you hooked up with a yellow
qultte~."
"I reckon," said Kentucky, "you
might not be so quick to say that to
Campe's face."
"You think not? I'll tell you one
more thing you don't know about. I
understand that you heard Bill MeCord
cuss out Lee Bishop, and send hlm
home wlth his tail between his legs.
It that Bill was
went up the Irregular trail at the deaJ
run, unbuttoning his coat as he roc.e
so that it would not interfere with h~s
gun.
From somewhere ahead of him .,n
the trail came a muffled ground mue-
tour, inarticulate and confused. Bs
pulled his horse down to a gait at
which he could listen to something be-
side his own pony's hoofs. The sound
ahead developed swiftly into the hoof-
drum of an approaching horse, that
supremely stirring, unmistakable sound
of a horse running desperately, full-
stretch, half frantic under the punish-
ment of spur~and quirt.
Kentucky Jones hesitated, then put
his horse ahead again at a high lope.
Within two furlongs the approaching
horse burst suddenly from around a
Jutting oStcrop of rock; and he saw
that the rider was Jean Ragland.
So close were they as they became
visible to each other that as they
pulled up their horses Jean's pony
slipped to its haunches and almost
went down. It recovered itself, how-
ever, and the two horses stood blow-
Ing and stirring restively on their feet,
too steamy and nervous from their run-
ning to stand quiet,
"Jean ! What's busted?"
She spoke rapidly but with clear co-
herence. "Jim Humphreys and Billy
Petersen have run foul of four 88 cow-
boys, down on the Bake Pan. Lee
Bishop and I were sitting on the rim--
we saw the whole thing. Jim Hum-
phreys is down. And they got Billy's
horse--he took to cover behind his dead
horse and began firing back. Oh, Cr--d,
Kentucky--it was terrible ! Sitting
there and seeing It all, and unable to
do anything--as if we were In another
world---"
"IS Billy hit?"
"I don't know. Billy's horse bolted
and went into a bucking fit; they were
all peppering at him, but he got con-
trol of his horse nnd rode back to cov-
er Jim. Then his horse somersaulted,
and the 88 cowboys drew off as he
fired from cover."
"Where's Lee Bishop?"
"He's riding down the rim trail to
Dilly and Jim, fit to break his neck.
He wanted me to ride like the devil
and get'help. I didn't think the others
would be back home yet, so I came
down this trail hoping to pick you up."
"Come on," said Kentucky, Jumping
his horse up the trail Jean put her
horse into the trail behind him and
they pushed on s steady run to where
the fork of the trail led up the Bench
to the Bar Hook. Here Kentucky
stopped his horse and Jean pulled In
alongside.
"Go back to the Bar Hook," he told
her./'Harry Wilson ought to be back
there by now. Tell him to take the
best of the two cars and drive like
h~l to Waterman. I want live n~,*
men out here by sun-up tomorrow. I
want Bud Jeffreys and Crazy Harrhb-"
he named three others he wantee, and
four or five alternates in ease some
were not to be found. All were men
he knew, now laid off for the winter
at or near Waterman. "Can you remem-
ber those?" "Sure."
"When you've put Harry Wilson on
his way, brin~ a couple of lmrses and
come back. If your father's there---"
"He Isn't."
"If you see a conple of poles that
would make a stretcher, bring 'era
along--one of the horses cas trail 'era
like a travels. We'll take the boys to
the Bake Pan camp."
"On the way!~ Jean whirled her
horse.
"'Wait! Point out to me where Jim
and Billy are."
Jean pointed.
Kentucky Jones made out a far-off
bottle-shaped dot upon the snow among
/,
"Go Back to the Bar Hook," He
Told Her.
the other dark dots that were sage and
grease-wood; he recognized this as
Billy Petersen's fallen horse. He could
~ot see where Jim Humphreys lay. But
far off to the southwest he could sea
~he faintly moving specks that were
!]8 riders.
"There they go," he whispered bit-
terly.
"One of them tried to turn back and
~ver-ride Jim Humphreys," she said,
"but Billy Petersen drove him off. I
can't see Lee Bishop down there-
guess he hasn't got down the trail yet.
I'll be back as quick as I can." She
turned her horse and was gone in a
flurry of hoof-llfted snow.
Kentucky 3ones took the Bake Pan
trail. Lee Bishop was twenty minutes
ahead of him in reaching Billy Peter-
sen and Jim Humphreys; but he had
sighted Kentucky on the down trail,
and he waited now for him to come
up.
"They got Jim Humphreys," said Lee
Bishop morosely. "I bet he never lived
to hit the ground. If that boy was
shot once he was shot half a dozen
times."
"What about Billy?"
Billy Petersen was leaning against
h!s dead horse, his legs stretched upon
his folded saddle blanket. In the fall-
ing light his face looked 1~ pale gray-
green. "I'm all right," he said without
conviction.
"He busted his ankle, some way,
when l~Is horse flopped. We better take
him over to the lower camp, Kentuck--
he thinks he can ride all right if we
lead along easy. We'll tie Jim Hum-
phreys on your horse, I guess. He's
lying over here about a hundred
yards."
They traveled the half mile to the
Bar Hook Bake Pan camp slowly, Lee
Bishop and Kentucky walking and
leading the horses.
"Hpw did this thing sta~?"
"Me and Jim was coming home,"
Billy Petersen sald, "past aur south-
west well The 88 had stuck up a kind
of a tripod there, like as If to repre-
sent a well of their own, and l~ mad~
us mad. We threw it down. Coming
on about a mile farther we tun into
these four fellers, riding toward us.
Three of 'era was together, and one
laying back, when we met up. They
come up In front of us and stopped.
One of 'era said, 'Which one of you is
boss here?' Jim Humphre~ said, 'Who
the h--1 wants to know?' One of 'era
says, 'I see you threw down our well
tripod.' Jim says, 'And what If I did?'
Well, one word led to another, and
finally one of 'era says, 'D--n you,
Bishop---'"
"Bishop?" said Kentucky.
"That's what he called him. Jim
didn't bother to tell him different. Then
all of a sudden the guns was out."
"Who pulled the first iron?" Ken-
tucky asked.
"Jim did," said Billy Petersen
mournfully. "Jim, he fired the first
shot. Only he missed. One of the 88
fellers made the quickest draw I ever
see or heard tell of. His first shot put
Jim out of business, I think, One of
'era took a throw at me, and the other
two poured it into Jim as he went
down. I grabbed out my gun and I
threw a shot some place, but I don't
know where, because right then my
d~n pony blew up. He made two or
three pitches and then he took and
run wild with me for two, three hun-
dred yards; I pulled his fool head right
back in my lap, but he Just run loco,
~tar gazing. I got him turned around
---I don't know where I was e~actly~
when all of a sudden he someruulted.
I forget what I was trying to do
theft,"
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