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THE BEACH REVIEW
INTER RANGE
CHAPTER VIII--Continued
--10--
The murmur of Jean's voice within
~e house had ceased; he heard the
aint stir of the door as she came into
~he room. He stood up, overwhelmed
,~Ith such pity for this ill-situated girl
~hat he was the victim of an unac-
Customed timidity. She came close to
~lm and her hand touched his arm.
*'That shadow was a misdeal," he
~hispered. "There Isn't anybody in
that shadow. ] don't believe there's
anybody out there any more." She
Said, "Oh."
He felt infinitely gentle toward her,
compassionate. Presently he
~aew that he would have to ask her
~hy that gnn was concealed In her
~aattress. He was unable to ask her
~et. "What was the phone call?" he
¢Sked.
"That was for you," she told him.
~It was Mark Ferris, that gunsmith at
~Waterman. He's still trying to trace
Zack Sander's gun for you."
] "Yes? Quick! What did he say?"
*'He said--" Jean was shivering so
Violently that she could hardly control
:[:he chattering of her teeth.
"Wait a minute." Kentucky picked
~er up, sweeping her off her feet with
an arm under her knees, and laid her
on the open bed; then pulled the blan-
kets over her, and pressed the edges
close about her throat. "Now go on,"
lee said.
"He said that he has a record of
each a gun. He sold it: second-hand
abput a year ago."
"In G--d's name, woman, who did
he sell It to?"
t "To Joe St. Marie."
For ~erhaps half a moment Ken-
~cky Jones was completely still. Then
lee sucked in a deep breath and began
~to swear through his teeth with the
~lcious intonation of a man who puts
his whole heart into it. He had sud-
denly become aware that he had per-
haps put off the fornmtion of one
theory for a Iittle bit rob h)ng.
Suddenly he whirled i:o the window,
crouched low to avoid the sash, and
~aulted the sill. He heard Jean speak
his name behind him, but he was racing
~he Came Close to Him and Her
Hand Touched H|e Arm.
tot the bunk house. A match was si-
lently in his hand as he thrust open
ribs'door; he struck it on the logs and
~Wlth quick efficient motions lighted one
" ef the hanging lamps.
"St. Marie---" he said aloud.
Joe St. Marie's bunk was empty.
~entucky swore again, blew out the
'~lght, and left the bunk house on the
~lead run. He headed now for the cot-
oral nearest the pump house, and sprang
~alf way up the corral fence.
The half dozen horses in the corral
~ere huddled together near the empty
~feed box. The ponies moved and shift-
!ed, but by the ~ime he had counted them
~,:gentucky knew which horse was gone.
~hi~ information only verified, how-
,ever, what Kentucky had already
~g~e~sed. Joe $1:. Marie, leaving stealth-
lly, as Kentucky now knew Jean had
• een him leave, was certain to take the
~aest-conditioned horse upon the place,
1~ this case a raw-boned claybank.
~entucky leaned against the fence and
the palms of his hands against
~hlseyes. He was picturing to himself
~he lay of the countr,~, and the probable
,~tricacies of Joe St, Marie's mind.
'~n3mediately he came to a conclusion
~hich he had not reason to be certain
,Was sound, but which was the best he
;COUld form from what information he
~ad.
t Once more he drove through the clog-
ging snow ar the ran, this time to the
~ouse ; here he got his hat and his coat.
~gloves and his spurs. After that
went to the stable, and put a loop
~lPon the pony which he believed would
~aOme tile nearest to matching the clay-
k's performance toulght--a wiry,
ost under-slzed steel-dust pony,
mtrong with the markings of Indian
~lood. Kentucky had the blanket on
~ld was awinging his fifty-pound sad-
~lle aboard by the horn as Jean, com-
ing out from the house, reached his
~lde.
, ~What-.~here are you going? What's
~aPpen~d?"
A sudden crazy anger came Into Ken-
like a stroke of white llghtnin¢
impact all the compassion, all
tenderness he had felt for this girl
to vanish, as if she had hel~
under a hypnosis, the spell of
had snarped. He turned on her
*By ALAN LE MAyCbuuet, she had availed herself of his
COpyright by Alan LeMa$
W'2UJ Service.
"What is It to you where I go or
what I do? Men put their hands in
the lion's mouth for you, and you tell
them no[hing~not even enough so that
they can' take care of their own lives !"
She stared at him a moment in utter
bewilderment, and one hand went to
her throat. "Why, Kentucky--why,
Kentucky--I've told you more---more
than--"
He said. "You trust no one, you
work with no one ; everyone trusts you,
and you let us all ride blind."
He turned furiously to hls horse
and drew the latlgo up with a snap
that Jerked a grunt out of the animal.
And he set his teeth in his lip lest he
utter the belief which had overwhelmed
him: that Jim Humphreys had died be-
cause o~ the reticence of this slim girl,
now standing beside him in the snow.
"But--but--" Jean Ragland's eyes
looked enormous in her white face.
She shivered; the untrampled snow
beyond the corral poles was no whiter
than her blue-veined ankles, or her
knuckles as she held the robe close ar
her throat. Kentucky Jones loomed
above her like a tree, so that even in
his anger he saw that she was a piti-
ful and desolated figure. Yet he was
seeing Jim Humphreys' face as he
had seen it last, staring with unseeing
eyes at the first stars; and, believing
that Jim Humphreys' death could have
been prevented, had Kentucky known
what this girl must know, he could not
forgive her. His low, uncompromising
voice cut hers down.
"I've been taken for a fool and used
as a fooL" he said. "But I tell you
this: I'm going to ride this thing out.
I'm going to ride this thing clear
through to the end, regardless of what
the end is. You hear me? And when
that's done I'm through."
Jean Ragland's face contorted trag-
ically, exactly as if he had cut her
with his quirt. She managed to say,
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try to cut off St. Marie
at Hightman's gap. If I don't get him
there, I may or may not go on. I
haven't decided yet."
"You think~you think he--"
"The man who put 1:he gun into
Zack's hand is the man responsible for
the death, Just as surely as if he shot
Zack himself~and that gun was St.
Marie's. I'm going to have me that
help, he had been able to understand
that he remained an outsider here, who
could not expect to be told in what
sort of thing he had assisted her. But
in spite of Old Man Coffee he had as-
sumed that she was at least co-operat-
ing with the interest of her father and
lmr father's bran&
But the discovery of the hidden rifle
told him at once that she was co-
operating with no one; that, Incred-
ibly, she was playing an utterly lone
hand--at least, he reflected bitterly, as
far as the Bar Hook was concerned.
For certainly no man had had any-
thing to do with hiding a rifle In a
bed. Only a woman would select a
cache so close under the light.
She was acting, then, without co-
operation with her father, or any other
of the Bar Hook personnel. The asso-
ciation of this fact with the circum-
stances of Jean's rendezvous, with her
father's enemy was unavoidable.
To this unhappy situation the revela-
tion of St. Marie's connection added a
sharp immediacy. He believed now
that the materials for solution had been
under their hands; and were now per-
haps lost to them because Jean had
concealed the very signs that would
have shown the trail. Because of her
concealment of evidence, the Bar Hook
had moved uncertainly, helpless In the
dark; and the result was that a good
tall boy was dead, and others would
perhaps Join him before it was through.
In his present state of disillusion-
ment and the dregs of anger, he was
supported by no particle of faith. He
could not put her out of his mind. But
she seemed to him to be like a mirage,
which lures all the sanity out of a
thirsty man, yet contains nothing of
honesty, nor sincerity, nor faithfulness,
when finally It is reached.
He pushed on.steadily, counting upon
the toughness of h~,s pony. His hope
that he would be able to make Hight.
man's Gap before St. Marie was very
like a prayer. Until now the smash of
slx-guns had never been associated in
his mind with anything more desirable
than the raw, sickly smell of blood.
But now, for once in his life, he had
a stui)born ugly urge to throw bullets
into something alive, and blow it off
the face of the earth. He hoped fer-
vently not only that he would head
Joe St. Marie, but that St. Marie would
fight.
Then, unexpectedly, he found that he
was in country that he knew; and In
THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER
At the Inquest into the death of John Mason, banker, Jean, daughter of
Campo Ragland, owner of the Bar Hook ranch, where Mason met death, sur-
reptitiously passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed ~Iason. 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 McCord,
Elliot's foreman, insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at Ragland's in-
difference to Elliot's action, P~tahop 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 announces his
knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jones seeks to trace the ownership
of a gun found on Zack Sanders, as-having a bearing on the mystery. Jean
sells him her ;share tn the Bar Hook ranch, thus giving him a free hand with
Elliot. In a gun fight with riders of the "88" ranch Jim Humphrey,. Bar Hook
cowboy, is killed, and his partner wounded. Jones sends for fighting cowmen,
but l~agland countermands the order. Jones finds proof that Jean has concealed
evidence connected' with Mason's death, and his faith in her is shaken.
man. When I've got him, I'm going to
turn and get me ~he man that killed
Mason. And I don't care who it Is,
or how close to home, or if tt splits
the Hmrock wide open when he's
caught."
I,t had been on his tongue to tell her
that she might shield whom she wan~-
ed to, lie to whom she wanted to, con-
ceal what evidence she wanted to, but
he would see the killer of Mason hung
in the end; but he blt this back. StiN
Jerky and explosive with his anger, he
vaulted into -the saddle.
He did not look back; but as he
slammed out of the Bar Hook layout,
he somehow knew that she was still
standing there in the snow, as she
watched him as far as he could be
seen. And he wondered If it was Im-
possible for this girl to go to pieces,
like other women, and lose herself ia
tears.
For four miles he held steadily north-
ward, then turned and swung a broad
circle, seeking to cut a trail which
would verify the supposed direction of
St. Marie. He was far to the east-
ward when he at last cot a straight-
drawn track made within the hour. He
judged that the bronc rider was push-
ing northeast at a cat-trot, trying--as
Jones bad guessed~for Hightman's
gap.
The hours passed and the pony tired,
and it seemed to Kentucky Jones that
that ride was perhaps the longest and
loneliest he had ever made in his life.
He could not keep Jean Ragland out of
his mind.
He remembered the strong sharp
pressure of her fingers, and the touch
of her cheek, and the pliant, yielded
curve of her body in his arms; he could
see the stir and drift of her loose hair
as they had st:nod in the corral This
girl had become the center of all liv-
ing, as a waterhole is the center of a
range, or a fire the center of a camp.
He had never been called upon to ad.
mit this to himself, until suddenly cir.
cumstances had asked him to accept
also the certainty that she bad be-
trayed them all.
For he could not avoid recognition
that Jean's concealment of the rifle
had a different meaning tha~ had that
extraordinary feat of hers at the in-
quest, when she had lifted the bullet
that killed Mason from under the very
nose of,the sheriff. Her concern with
the bullet had told him that she was
~hfeidlng someone---If not the killer,
then at least someone who might other.
wise have been open to an unfair sus-
picion. Although, In the case of the
three hundred yards more he recog-
nized the trail into Hightman's gap.
He approached wlth caution, stopped
his horse and swung deep out of the
saddle, not daring to set foot to the
ground. Carefully, with ungloved hand,
he explored a section of the:trall Inch
by inch, until he was satisfied that no
man had passed this way before him In
the last twenty-four hours.
He proceeded into the gap, lee crack-
ling under fool where the snow had
been crushed by passing hoofs. A little
way above the trail.in a twisted bunch
of Junipers, he easily found cover for
a man and a horse. Kentucky Jones
b~dshed the snow off a bit of rock,
rolled hlmself a cigarette, and listened
to the quiet.
He bad time for a second cigarette,
and a third, leisurely smoked, with
long waits between. He preseutly be-
gan to think that he had misread Joe
St. Marie's purpose, and that the man
had taken some other way. Bur there
was nothing to do but walt, his brain
tired out with its own running, like the
horse.
When at last he heard an approach-
Ing horse It startled him, it had come
so close before he heard it at all. He
rose cautiously, freed his gun in its
leather and put his left arm around
the pony's head to hold down its nose,
preventing its whinny to the stranger.
Around a shoulder of rock seventT-
five yards away the rider appeared; an~
he recognized the broad-banded black
and white Mackinaw that Joe St.
Marie wore.
Kentucky Jones colfld see now why
he had been so late in hearing St.
Marie's approach. St. Marie was rid-
ing not In the center of the trail but
in the rougher going a~ the side, avoid-
ing the ice formed by the hoof-crushed
snow in the trail itself. Even then,
Kentucky had a moment of admiration
for the horsemanship of thls mare Un-
der Joe St. Marie's saddle the sleepiest
old plug always looked alertly awake,
and spoiled horses, with mouths tough-
er to the bit than the grip of a man's
hand, took on an unexpectedly decent
sensitivity. It was as If something
about St. Marie put into horses the
fear of God.
St. Marie was now within the twen.
ty-five yards; Se was leaning a little
sideways In the saddle, peering Into the
Junipers so directly that Ken~cky
thought the brnnc rider was looking
him straight l~ ~he face. Y,~ St Marie
came on. K~ntuckydrew hls gun, and
waited until ~ Marie WU almo~ be.
low him.
His voice was low as be sq~oke, bu~
coming unexpectedly out of the quiet
from within ten yards it lifted St.
Marie like a fired gun. "Just a mlnut~
Joe ~"
The result was as if Kentucky had
snapped a strip of hide from St. Marie's
horse with a bull whip. The animal
snorted and went forward in a great
bound as St. Marie's spurs struck. Joe
St. Marie himself in the same 1asSent
flung himself half out of the saddle
and behind his horse. He had hooked
hls spur on the side nearest Kentucky
into the cantle of his saddle and was
riding low on the far stirrup, but t:he
effect from where Kentucky stood was
as If he had disappeared.
Kentucky's horse, startled by the other's
stampede, half freed Itself with a great
stamping of feet, throwing Kentucky
off balance as he fired; but the shot
caught St. Marie's horse in Its third
Jump. As the gun spoke the horse
went down on its knees, nose into the
snow, as if It had hlf the end of a
rope.
Kentucky, gun in hand, sprang across
St. Marie's downed horse to where the
rider lay.
St. Marie lay on his back, his hands
above his head, one of them still hold-
ing his gun. cocked but unfired. Ken-
tucky took the gun with hls left hand.
He would have eased the hammer
down, but St. Marie's horse, sho¢
through the shoulders, was trying to
get up, straining its neck toward its
withers, Using St. Marie's gun, Ken-
tucky put: a bullet t:hrough its head.
The bronc rider was breathing heav-
ily, but except that he had been
knocked out by the throw, Kentucky
could not find anything wrong with
him. Whey he had satisfied himself
that St, Marie had no ether weapon
of any account, he unfastened St.
Marie's bed-roll from the fallen horse,
kicked it out fiat, and dragged St.
Marie onto it. Then he sat down ou
the horse to await results.
CHAPTER IX
It was a quarter of an hour before
SL Marie propped himself up on an
elbow and looked at Kentucky with
comprehension. Kentucky saw the
bronc rider stealthily ascertain that he
was no longer armed.
"Go ahead," Kentucky said. reading
his mind, "pick up a rock. But when
you do I'm going to blow your arm
right off at the wrist."
St. Marie sat up and rubbed his head
with both hands. Once more he stared
at Kentucky Jones.
Kentucky smoked, and idly twirled
his gun by the trigger guard; but he
did not open conversation. He wanted
St. Marie to begin that.
"I suppose," said St. Marie at last,
"you're waiting for the others to come
up."
"I'm waiting for you to talk."
"I got: nothing to say."
"If you don't want to talk," said
Kentucky, "I'm not a d--n bit inter-
ested In trying to make you. Just
keep your mouth shut tight enough and
long enough and you're through--and
that suits me."
St. Marie studied him again. "Lis-
ten," he said at last, "listen. You
guys got no call to rub me out. It'll
only make it worse for you in the end
---Campo ought to know that. Just as
likely as not, gunning me will be the
one thing that turns around and hangs
all the rest of it on him, before he's
through."
"You're mixed up," Kentucky grunt-
ed. "I've got no doubt you'll be rubbed
out all right. But it won't be here or
now, and it won't be by me. You're
going up the chimney by due process of
law, Joe."
St. Marie seemed mystified. "Yon
think you're having a lot of fun with
me, don't you?" he said at last. "But
don't you think for a minute that I
don't know what you're here for, and
t
"Stay Where You Are."
why you were sent, Just as well as
yOU dO."
St. Marie leaned forward, hitching
nearer Kentucky. "Listen---"
"Stay where you are," Kentucky
warned him.
"All right. I'm not trying anything
funny. Listen--who's with you?"
"How many of me do y~u think it
takes to take you where you're go
ing?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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