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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER, RANDOLPH, UTAH AStC CHS i Ernest Haycox THE STORY SO FAR: Theres going to be war in the cattle country, war between the big ranchers like Ben Heren-dee- n and the little fellows. Clay Morgan is an important rancher, but he doesnt like Herendeens methods and doesnt hesitate to say so. A solitary figure who cannot forget the wife who died hating him, Morgan is devoted to his daughter, Janet. He has brought her Into town with him, where Ollle Jacks, a rustler, Is on trial for stealing Herendeens cattle. Jacks is freed by the jury, but as he steps out onto the courthouse steps everyone knows he Is a dead man. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER II The long silence held on, as though everybody waited for something to come. Ollie Jacks reached at his shirt pocket and produced his tobacco. Clay, he said, I never did you no wrong, did I? Not that I know of. Sweat ran its across Ollie Jacks' face; his lips were small and sharp and his eyes not eyes that any man could trust clung to Morgan. All I want is a chance to ride out of this town, he said. Herendeen said in his bluntly unanswerable manner: Everybodys been talking about things being legal. So we made this legal and see what happened. We wont make that mistake again. Youre on the wrong foot, Clay. Better get right. Never mind, said Morgan. They saw him now as he seldom was, the quick angles of his face showing up. The change was instant; he had no smoothness, no reasonableness. What he said was a challenge he meant it that way and wanted them to know it. He swung around, speaking to Ollie Jacks. Youre all right in town, Ollie. But when you leave, thats your grief. Whoa! said Herendeen. Ill make what damned trouble I please. Morgan came about fast enough to make Lige White jerk his head aside. Morgan said: All right, Ben. If you want it, you can have it oil-shi- quick-temper- e What is it this Morgan smiled. time, Ann? Theres always some- thing. She said candidly: A new dress. Clay. And her hair. He said: I guess there are some things I cant do for her. I can do those things for her. I like to. I want to. But when she said this her manner changed and her eyes were cool and her voice I dont mean pushed him away. that the way it sounds. For her. Clay. Not for you. His head was lifted and he was listening to the thinned report of a mans loud voice on the street. He was straight in his chair, his mind and temper changing back to the world out there. She knew what he was thinking, for she had been on the porch when he had challenged Herendeen. He said, Thanks for the supper, Ann, and walked on through the store to the front porch. She followed him; she was beside him when he paused on the street. Janet ran forward from the stores back alley, out of breath and laughing. At this moment Morgans interest was wholly on the street. Ann McGar armaim longing. .;:r He was thinking of this, pleased by her pleasure, when he saw a and shadowy shape run from the alley adjoining the Mountain House hotel and whip across the street toward Mike Boylans blacksmith shop. This was in the corner building of Old Town, and Mike Boylan, had hung a lantern above the shops wide double-dooA saddle horse stood loose before Boylans rack, toward which the running man aimed. Farther up the street somebody shouted a warning and a Three Pines rider rushed forward from McGarrahs store. Slowly pacing forward toward Mike Boylans shop, Morgan identified the runner as soon as the latter entered the yellow arc of the lanterns light. It was Ollie Jacks. Ollie Jacks breath was a lunging, painful sound in the night as he rushed against the horse, threw himself into the saddle and clawed at the reins. For a brief moment his face came around and Morgan saw the constricted desperation on it; then Ollie Jacks slashed the horse away from the blacksmith shop, turned into the gap between Old Town and McGarrahs store, and raced e into the des-- low-be- nt late-workin- g, r. -- 2 re- vaguely white under the moonlight. Following the irregular row, Morgan stopped before his wifes grave. Janets hand gripped his fingers more tightly and she stood quite close to him. He heard her soft, long sigh. It would be so nice to have a mother. This was the thing that hit him so hard, his daughters loneliness for a mother. He stood at the foot of the grave, with his hat removed, e thinking back to that night when Lila Durrie, so full of life and laughter and recklessness, had smiled to him across the dance halls width, putting everything into her round black eyes. At eighteen a man was like the blowing wind; he had gone over, knowing there would be a fight. Ben Herendeen had brought her to the dance and Ben Herendeen stood by, quietly raging. When the music started Lila Durrie looked up at the sullen Herendeen, laughed at him and took Clay Morgans arm, dancing away. At the doorway they had stepped out; down by the row of buggies, in the bland black night, they had stood a moment, no longer cool and no longer laughing. Even now Morgan remembered the sharpness, the wild intensity of his feelings as he kissed her and heard her whisper in his ears. Clay Clay, do you love me?" They had gone immediately to his rig. At daylight they were married. There hadnt been time for a picture or for much of anything else. At that time he owned a small ranch in the Lost Hills and ran a few cows on it. This was where set up housekeeping, a long they way from town, a long way from dances or from her friends. She had been used to better things and couldnt help remembering it. 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The leatherback turtle, ert. coriacea, found in warm Janets hand gripped Clay Mo- seas, is unique in two ways, says rgans fingers. Whats the matter. Colliers. Of the three hundred ' species of existing turtles, it is the Daddy? one that is not encased in a Nothing, he said, nothing but only Ollie Jacks having some fun. He shell, having only a leathery skin. Secondly, it is the largest aniquickened his step, coming into the of its kind, often measuring gap and halting there as a pair of mal nine feet from nose to tail and Three Pines men reached it. Herendeen arrived, saying: Get your weighing over 1,000 pounds. horses, and then these men were facing Clay Morgan. One of them had drawn his gun to take a shot at the retreating Ollie Jacks. The echo of Ollie Jacks horse made a dying tattoo in the black ness, out in the desert. Other Three Pines riders were rushing from town Der-mochel- ys Hotel Ben Lomond VT OGDEN. UTAH . Hubert E. Vialck. Mg. Let's Get Going Full Speed Ahead Show Our Foe Patriotism Isn't Dead! jy the stage road. Morgan said, courteous and quiet: Maybe Jan et and I are in your way. Well step aside No, said Herendeen, rage running behind his false-cotone. There is nothing to hurry about. Theres a time for everything, Clay. Good evening, Janet. Janet said in her precise, voice: Good evening. Morgan pulled her gently on to McGarrahs porch. Ann McGarrah waited there. Part of the Three Pines crew galloped toward the desert, after Ollie Jacks. Herendeen .walked up the street, his boots lift. ing dust. Morgan said, Ill ride along, honey. Be back in a few days. You have a good time. He reached down and kissed her, feeling the warmth of her hands as she held them at the back of his neck. He was smiling as he straightened smiling at Janet, and then at Ann McGarrahs attentive eyes. Out on the desert far out a gunshot sounded, quick and faint, and was echoed by two other shots. That was all. Ann McGarrah saw the smile die and saw the flame of temper in his eyes. They both knew Ollie Jacks was dead. Herendeen had respected Morgans challenge-tha- t and nothing more. Morgan lift! ed his hat, noting how Ann McGarrahs arm rested on Janets shoulder. He said, .Good night and turned into the street. ol little-woma- ns - (TO BE CONTINUED) ? . 7. What does a Scotsman The Questions mean The earliest flag of the Amer- by a burn? ican colonies was called what? 2. The familiar cross used by The Answers the Red Cross is sometimes called 1. The Cambridge flag. what? 2. A Geneva cross. 3. What do the Australians call 3. A wowser. one who favors strict blue laws? 4. A viva voce vote is taken or4. A viva voce vote is taken ally. how? 5. Of all the states, only North 5. Do the governors of all the Carolina does not give the goverstates have the power to veto nor the right to veto a legislative' act. legislative acts? 6. What city lies on the Golden 6. Istanbul. Horn? 7. A rivulet. down-slop- He was listening to the thinned port of a mans loud voice. ? 1. round-toppe- ed stay here. Release rah saw how closely he studied the From the far corner of the meadroundabout shadows. It was a care- ow, Clay had seen this. When he fulness that he had always had, as reached the house Herendeen was though the need of it had been laughing and she was laughing but burned in him since the beginning. that laughter stopped soon enough, Darkness rolled tidally down the for Herendeen said: Why stick so hills, filling War Pass. Lights glint- close to the house, Clay? Dont you ed through window and doorway anc trust your wife? made yellow fanwise pools on the Morgan drew-thcigar from his walks and the night breeze bore in mouth, some of the fury of feeling sage scent and pine scent from the that fight. He had rushed against upper country. The Burnt Ranch Herendeen, his wifes hearing stage stood before the hotel, ready scream of protest. Herendeen startto go. Morgans attention clung to ed but when they the dark area around Gentrys cor- werelaughing again, both exhausted and finished, ral a long while. Afterwards he drained dry and badly beaten, there said, to Janet: Youre staying here was no amusement in Herendeen. for a few days. Lets take a little hurt still came That to plague back walk before I start home. Morgan, even now; he remembered Ann McGarrah knew where they how he Walked to the corral and were going. Paused by the stores hung his elbows against it to keep doorway, she watched these two, from falling, and how blindly Herthe tall shape of the man and the endeen staggered toward his horse. slender figure of the girl side by He had whipped Herendeen in that side, go down into Old Town, Jan- fight and yet he had lost; for, five ets small hand gripping her fa- months later, shortly after Janets thers. One light illumined them a birth, Lila had looked up from her moment, then they were lost be- bed, white and strengthless, all her yond Old Town as they walked to- love gone, and whispered: I should ward the cemetery. tell you something, Clay. I made a Beyond Old Town a creek came mistake. It was Ben I wanted to out of the hills and crossed under marry. You and I are not at all the road with a liquid lapping. Past alike. And so she had died. the creek the d wooden He had turned away. But he headboards of the cemetery glowed tinned back, holding the warm small hand of his daughter within his own big fingers, knowing that in his daughters head was a wistful and wonderful image of her mother an image made. out of a childs now. It shocked everybody still, this challenge so unexpected and so deadly in a country. It caught Herendeen with his guard down. Ive got some business to finish during the week, Morgan. When thats done Ill see you. That is all I care to say. Fine, answered Morgan, and walked away. Behind him, the astonished silence still held. He passed the courthouse and went into the post office, rapping at the wicket until Fred Rich came out of the back room. No notice yet on Government Valley? No, said the postmaster. I want to know when it comes. Ill post it on one of the buildings in the valley. Thats regulation. Morgan left the post office doorway, still interested in the way the Three Pines riders Herendeens outfit scattered themselves along the street. Janet had appeared at McGarrahs doorway and was calling his name. She took his hand. They went on through the store, into the back quarters. Yellow lamplight poured on the tablecloth, splintering brilliantly against the glass cruets. They ate, idly talking, idly arguing. The druggists boy, Fred Tanner, came to the back yard and called Janets name. Janet moved restlessly in her seat until Morgan nodded. As soon as she had gone, Ann McGarrah said: Youll be riding a lot this week. 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