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THE BEACH REVIEW WINTER RANGE *By ALAN LE MAY CHAPTER IX--Continued --12-- ]But though he crossed many a horse [lack, he accepted none of them as the trail of the horse he sought. All after- mmn he worked through the long lone- llnesses, covering many a weary mlle. 'lNventy riders besides himself might working the West Cuts for all Ken- tucky knew; the West Cuts could have hidden a thousand more. Their illimit- able emptlnesses made a man on a horse seem to crawl like an ant, de- 8cendlng deep hour-long declivities, only to climb again eternally. He was a long way t~'om home by the time that he decided he must have Copyright by Alan LeM&y WNU Set vlc~ | up to the upper end, where that little drift of timber is." "Kentucky, I've been to the upper end, and they're not up there, nor any place between. And If they'd gone np them slde trails rd have seen them. You can see a rider two miles as he goes up them long slants." "Seems klnd of peculiar," said Ken- tucky. "You're d--n tootln' it's peculiar," said Lee Bishop. "I'm plumb con. fused. And likewise I'm disgusted, Still keeping eonstanl: lookout, he ~repared for the night. Bishop ao- peared to be too seriously hnr~ to be noved without ald. Already the light was uncertain ; the molten gold of the last sun still touched the upper peaks of the Mart- copas, but the wide reaches of Trap canyon were pooled In blue dark. Dragging Bishop's rifle with hlm, Ken- tucky Jones went out to his dead horse and got his saddle blanket, and the saddle itself to prop Lee's head. He shucked off his sheepskin coat and used it with the blanket to make Bishop a bed in a snow-drifted angle. Working along tl~ llp of the coulee he collected greasewood and broken overshot. Once he had seen two rid- eus, whom he recognized as 88 men, working 88 stock; but Bill McCord was neither one of them. Lee Bishop continued to elude him, lost in the The sun was s*~ttlng; above Wolf Bench the wrinkled peaks of the Marl- eolm~ seemed to float detached from the earth, vast delicate traceries of pale blue shadow, set off with crooked red-gold tracings where the westerlng sun poured golden light upon the Jmow. Across Wolf Bench, already In the shadow, a dark bitter-cold breeze began to blow, smelling of frost and blown snow. Kentucky Jones set his horse upon g high point, and wondered if Lee Bishop were dead. The frozen wind, forecasting the ~Ight, always brought to his mind the things to which a range rider has a right to look forward al: that hour: the gleam of a little golden light at a cook-house .window, far across the snowy reaches, winking and almost lost in the twilight purple; and the things that the light' seen far off. meant to the rider coming in on his tired horse--the warmth of stove heat, friendly yellow lamp light' the crowd- ing in of red-faced hungry riders, very merry over being done with work ; the smell of frying meat and hot fresh bread, and the steam of coffee; and afterward an hour or two of drowsy loafing in the warmth, wise-cracking the day's work, spinning lies--maybe a game of seven-up, and somebody making music for a littlp w~Jl~e with banjo, mouth orga9, or J~s harp. And at the Bar Hook the cold long twilight, which always made the slm~ ple realities of food and snug warmth meem so good, and so well worth liv- ing-at the Bar Hook these things BhoUld also have meant seeing Jean Ragland again, this girl who, even in adversity, was like no other girL As Kentucky ~onea set his horse, letting It blow a little from a long climb be- fore putting It upon the long round- about trail home, he was thinking that this range could have been a great range for cattle, and a great range for linen, and that maybe having ridden it he never would have wanted to ride another, had things broken as they should. R was a hidden malignauce, working underhandedly In the dark, that spoL1~d this range. He pU~ the zebra dun Into a can- yon and out again, and to the rim of another; and there, long after he had let all hope slide, he sighted Bishop at las~. He put his pony down Into the canyon, then upward through the can- yon'S notch; and a furlong Into the widening valley hailed Lee Bishop across the snow. ~Lee," he demanded as they came ~What's FunnyY' together, "what's all this? You gone 4~dzy, man ?" "I dunno, Kentucky," said Lee Bishop wearily. "Sometimes I think I am. I'm plumb mystified, that's sure." "You d~n fool. you think you can--" & queer look In the other's face stopped him. "What's the matter, Lee? What happened?" "Well, nothing much; only it's dog- gone funny !" *'What's funny?" Lee Bishop pulled up hls horse and turned in the saddle to look back "You see t~nis canyon, Kentucky? It's called Trap canyon, because you can't get out the upper end. Over there-- and there--and there--" he pointed- "you can get out all right. But the upper end you can't get out. I saw two riders come in here. I'm pretty sure one of 'era was Bill McCord. swear. I followed and likewise I'm sore. Let's get home." He kicked his ~orse ahead. "Wait a minute l" said Kentucky. He held his voice low. "In G--d'a name, Lee--stop your horse." "What's the matter?" "Do what I say," said Kentucky Without raising his voice, *'and don't ask why. Turn your horse and come back o me." Kentucky Jones turned his own horse so that it was headed back the way Lee Bishop had come. "Now bring your horse alongside of mine, easy." he said. "Walk your horse slow alongside of me." "Where the devil we going?" Lee Bishop demanded. *'You see that coulee up ahead of us there, about fifty yards? Lee, how deep is that ceulee?' The drainage feature which Ken. tucky indicated was a shallow twisting cuc that wound its way across the floor of the mile-wide canyon, a creek dur- Ing'the rains, a dry wash in time of drouth. "Maybe five or six foot deep," said Bishop. "Why?" "Walk with me slow and easy until we get 1:o the edge of that coulee," Kentucky said. "Then slap hooks to your horse and Jump him Into it. Soon drift' and with thls built a tiny fire to warm the wounded man's feet' and another fire ac Bishop's side. Lee Bishop opened his eyes long enough to say faintly, ~fhat'll only be a mark for gunfire, Kentuck." -rll take care oC that, Lee. It's near dark enough to flee at the flash of the guns." When these thing~ were done t~era was nothlng mere ta do but wait' keel~ watch, and maintain their store of fuel. He built a third flre--a signal fire on the edge of the coulee, a hun- dred yards from their forlorn bivouac. When Camps Ragland and Harry Wil- son returned to t~e Bar Hook It was reasonable to suppose that they would make some effort to find Bishop, who had gone out looking for trouble with every probability of finding it If they came to look, the signal fire would be visible a long way off. If they did noc come to look, Kentucky 3"ones had a long wait ahead, a wait perhaps equal to the remainder of Lee Bishop's life. Slowly the hours passed, cold with a bone-piercing cold, and marked only by the imperceptible turn of the stars. After an hour or two Lee Bishop he- THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER At the inquest into the ~death of .Tohn Mason, banker, J'ean, daughter of" Camps Bagland, owner of the Bar Hook ranch, where Mason met death, sur- reptitiously 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. L~e Bishop, l:tag|and's ranch boss, expostulates, and Bill McCord. foreman, insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at l:ts~g-land'a in- difference to Elliot's action, Bishop urges Kentucky to try to influence Jean to arouse her father. Ha does so, unwillingly, and her reaction mystifies him. Zack Sanders, Bar Hook cook, ts found dead, murdered. Sheriff Hopper announces his knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jones seeks to trace the ownership of a gun found on ZLck Sanders, as baying a bearing on the mystery. Jean sells him her share in the Bar Hook ranch, thus giving him a free hand with Elliot. In a gun fight with riders of the ~8" ranch .Tim Humphreys, Bar Hook cowboy, is killed, and his partner wounded. Jones sends for fighting cowmen, but Ragland countermands the order. Jones finds proof that Scan has concealed evidence connected with Mason's death. A gunsmith whom hs had engaged to trace Sanders' gun says he sold the weapon to Bar Hook cowboy, Joe St. Marie. Jonas queJtiona St. Marie, but lm can throw no light on the mystery. as he's In, duck out of the saddle and get down." Lee Bishop half drew up his horse as if be would stop. "What's got into you, Kentucky Y" "Come on, you fool l" "See something?" "I'm not dead sure I did. But, Lee. I'm not going to bet your life I didn't see," Lee Bishop brought his horse along reluctantlY. '~hen what the devil was it?" he demanded irritably. "Don't look back," said Kentucky. "I'm not right sure, Lee. but what I saw a tied horse up there; and If it is a horse, he's gOt his head snaked low to the ground, such as will stop the average horse from whinnying when another one comes along." Lee Bishop swung in his saddle to stare back at the canyon wall three hundred yards away. Kentucky snarled at him, "Don't turn, you---" Suddenly Bishop gave a queer gag- ging cry and snatched at his saddle .scabbard. A rifle had spoken from the upper rocks, The gun above spoke a second time, and a third; Bishop's horse started abruptly. The rider, his gun clutched across his breast with both hands, toppled sidewise and pitched headlong into the snow. Kentucky Jones dropped out of the saddle, lifted Lee Bishop, and got the foreman over his shoulders. Running diagonally to keep tile pony between ilimself and the ambushed rifle, he tried for the lip of the coulee. A fourth time the rifle in the rocks spoke, and this time Kentucky's horse Jerking free the reins, and we~t to its knees. Bishop's rifle fell to :he snow ~nd Kentucky turned back two paces to snatch it up. The edge of the coulee was ten paces beyond. As he ran, chest to the ground, the rifle chopped at them once more from the ledges of the notch, and Kentucky felt Lee Bishop's body Jerk. Then he lowered Bishop over the edge by the arms, and leaped in after him. "I,ee! Lee, where are you hit?' Lee Bishop's eyes were squinted shut, and he groaned through set teeth as Kentucky tried to stralght:en him out upon the bottom of the arroyo. "They got me, Kentucky," he managed to get out at last "The h--l they have! You going to please that hunch by making a die?" But when he had examined Lee Bishop he did not know. The first shot Lee Bishop had received had been an angling one. in the back; he could not tell whether the bullet had lodged at the bottom of the lung or some place else. Catching uP Bishop's rifle. Kentucky threw a shot into the general vicinity of the ambush, and instantly drew fire in return, Apparently their attackers were not attempting to close. Kentucky immediately gan to mumble from the depths of g delirious stupor. CHAPTER X It must have been nearly midnight when the wounded man's mind cleared. "Kentucky," he said. ~Right here, Lee." ~I don't know but what I've got my comeuppance, Kentuck. I got some- thing I gel to tell you." "You better wait untll~" "Shut up ! I ought to have told some- body this before; I don't know as it'll do you much good, telling you now. But you ought to know It." Bishop's voice was very faint but he seemed to speak with little effort, as long as he did not try to raise his tone. "Lee," said Kentucky. "I don't want to encourage you to i:alk, but if you can tell me why Bill McCord wants to kill you, it sure might help in what's going to come after this." "Kentucky, I ain't got any more idea than you," Lee said. "I don't know as I care a whole darn. What I'm worrying about is the way you're getting dragged into this killing of Mason. What time did you leave the Bar Hook the day Mason was killed?" "I can prove I was in Waterman by half past one." "Then," said Bishop, "you couldn't possibly have killed John Mason." "I never claimed I did, Lee." "There's others will claim you did," Bishop mumbled. "You couldn't have killed Mason," he repeated, "because Mason was still alive when you got back to Waterman. I know he was alive because I saw him alive. He was sitting his horse Just below a knob about a quarter tulle from the Bar Hook ranch house. I saw him plain." *'But when you found hlm," Ken- tucky pointed out, "there was no snow under him ; proving he was killed be- fore the snow began to fall." "I can't account for t:hat Maybe the snow under him melted, or stone- thing." This seemed unlikely to Kentucky, but he did not interrupt. "I was a couple furlol~gs away," Bishop admitted, contl~fl:~g. "But don't you tell me I made a ~.Is~ake. I mind how John Mason used to nit, king of half crooked in the saddle: and I mind the round of his shouHc~.~ as he sat his horse, aud the tilt o~. h'~ hal I'd know him any distance, ~lt of a thousand men." There was something peculltcly fa- miliar about Lee Bishop's cl~'~u o~ recognition. Suddenly Kentucky knew why. He had beard Joe St. Marie use almost the same words In explaining to Jean Ragland, the night fhey found Zack Sanders, that he had seen a ghost isn't hardly =likely," Kentucky Sl~Culatively, ~'that~ you'd mls- horse Mason rode that pinto horse. He was riding a little blood bay peny--an 88 pony they call Three Spot." "Tell me one more thing," Kentucky said. "Did this--did Mason see you?" "Ile ought to have seen me. I was in plain sight. But he didn't answer to my wave." Kentucky rose and went about his work of keeping up the fire". By the signal fire he stood listening for a long time, suspicious of small sounds far away; but he could make certain of no indication of nearby human life. He went back to Lee Bishop. "Are you tbere, Kentucky?' "Right here. Lee." "Kentucky, I'm sorry I never [old that. If only I'd told some people about it, it would clear you. But--use it any way you can." "You never told anybody at all?" "Just one person in the world. Ken- tucky; and that isn't liable to do you much good." "Who was that?" "Jean Ragland .... She'll back up your word if you tell 'era what I said. But I don't know as it will carry much weight Anybody can see that she's dead gone on you, Kentuck, Most llkely they'll discount: what she seya in your favor, on that account." Kentucky Jones said gently, "You're wrong there, Lee." "You're a fool if you think I am. I told her about seeing Mason, and she made me promise not to tell anybody else. I disremember what I thought was her reason for that; it seemed a reasonable thing to ask, at the time." Kentucky ~Iones sucked In his breath through his teeth. "Lee," he said slow- ly, '~you sure you got this st~aight~' "Sure, Kentucky. I wouldn'~ disree- ognlse Old Iron--" "I don't mean that, Lee. I mean-- you told Jean abou~ seeing this, and she told you not to tell anyone?' "You beat me, Kentucky. How the h--i would a man ge~: a thing like that mixed up?" "All right, Lee." *'What's the matter with you, Ken- tuck ?" "There's a link or two missing yet, Lee," Kentucky said. "But I'm dead sure In my own mind, now." "What are you talking about?" "You've got me the killer of Ma- son," Kentucky said. Lee Bishop started, winced, and set- fled back again, more limp and more still than before. "You mean," he said at las~. "you know who killed MasonS" "Don't you ?" "I-- Listen l" They were silent for a long moment while Lee Bishop lay with closed eyes, as if the life had gone out of him once and for all. "There's a herse coming," Bishop said at last, Kentucky listened, but could hear nothing; It seemed to him that the small purr and hiss of the fire over which he crouched was preventing him from distinguishing far off, fainter sounds. He got up and walked down the gully, past the signal fire, to a place from which he could sight across the flat snow to the canyon narrows. Here the firelight was no longer In his eyes, and the small whisper of the embers could not confuse his ears; and presently he was certain that he dlktlngulshed the slow trample of a walking horse. He listened for what seemed a long fime, while the sound came sometimes distinct and unmis- takable, and again died away until he was half convinced that the rider had turned and drawn off. Then the sound of the walking hoofs suddenly became sharp and close at hand. Three hundred yards away Kentucky made out the movement of a shadow In shadows, and knew tha~ the rider was sitting his horse In the mouth of the notch. Kentucky Jones freed his rifle's safety catch, carefully, without any click of metal. For nearly five minutes the rider In the notch sat motionless, and Jones znew that their visitor was watching the signal fire, trying to make ou~ figures near it, or other slgn of what the builders of the fire intended. The rider moved out of the mouth of the notch at last, turned uncertainly to the right, and began to skirt the foot of the canyon wall so slowly that for a little while Kentucky Jones was in- clined to think that there was no rider there at all, but only an unridden horse wandering about in search of its bunch. Moving slow It circled the signal fire, as if trying to pass at the greatest pos- sible distance. Then the pony passed before a drift of gullied snow which stood like a panel of white set into the gray rock; and against thls Ken- tucky Jones saw the unmistakable sil- houette of the figure in the saddle. The rider turned now, cutt;ng back to circle the signal fire mor~ closely; and st last, as if suddenly hupatlent, turned dlrect]y toward the ~re itself and r(~de to the edge of lt~ circle of light. At a distance of no n.~ore than fifty fee*,, Kentncky Jones sl~d his rifle over the lip of the coulee and brought it to bear up0n the mounted ~gure. Then the rider turned; amT the fire- light showed him Jean Ragl~d's face. "Hello, Jean," he said. Her horse Jerked as if It would shy, but its rider sat steady, leaning dow~ to peer into the shadows. (TO BE CONTINUED) Avoided Word "Circus" The first American circuses were wiser than our early theaters in over- coming the old rellglotm prejudice against them as a form of entertain- ment. They avoided the words '*cir- cus" and "show" by using such a name as "Great Moral and Educational Rx- hlbltlon." Realizing, ~oo, that a pious atmosphere would help to silence their enemle~ they forced their troupes to atteod church, made their barkers quote the Scriptures ann painted their wagons with Biblical pictm:eL--C~, Ue~'a Weekly, "WREATH DESIGN" FOR CHAIR BACK By C, RANDMOTHER CLARK Your grandmother crocheted chair ~acks, and now this generation Is ~oing the same thing. Chair backs ~nd arm rests are strlctly modern. When you enter a room the chair with crocheted set attracts your at- tention first. It Is distinctive and really looks good. The wreath shown above 'is made In the large filet stitch ; shows up more lacy and~ the work is completed In less time. Other designs in chair backs have been shown in past editions, and Judging from the response for direc- tions how to make them we feel sure this design will bring equally large requests. The home needle workers know what to make to im- prove home decorations. Instructions and black and white diagram how to make this set will be mailed upon receipt of 10c. If you want the complete package No. 2505 containing sufficient cream Mountain Craft cotton, crochet hook, directions and diagram, send this de- partmen~ 40c and you will receive It t)y mail. ADDRESS HOME CRAFT COM. PANY, DEPARTMENT B, Nine- teenth and St. Louis avenue, St Louis. Me. Inclose a stamped addressed en- velope for reply when writing for ~ny information. Mind's Posslbilitiu The mind Is invincible when she /urns to herself, and relies upon her own courage.... What then must her strength be when she is fortified with reason, and engages upon thought and dellberatlon?--From the writings of Marcus Aurelius. . , .. , Figures Reveal Marke~ Decline in Birthrate The United States is fast becom- ing a nation of oldsters. Dr. O. E. Baker of the bureau of agricultural economics reports. With fewer births every year and immigration constantly lessened. "there are now about 10 per cent fewer young children in the coun- Iry than there were five years ago and about 17 per cent more persons over sixty-five years of age," ~ccord- ing to Doctor Baker. Continuation of this trend will bring about a decreased population after the 10-year period ending in 1945, the doctor predicts. "Decline in births has been from nearly 3,000,000 in 1921 to about 2,300,000 in 1934," Doctor Baker said, but added: "A temporary blos- soming in 1933 of many marrl.ages postponed because of the depression might have caused more than the average number of births in 19.2"3." However, he said, weddings In 1934 were back to pre-depression numbers and "births seem unlikely to increase after 1935." The birth decline Is greater In cit- ies than in rural areas, the investi- gator found, because of the greater monetary outlay necessary to raise a child in the city. 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