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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER. RANDOLPH. UTAH ? mm jm m m mrm ? ? JSZZ A quiz with answers offering ? By , THE STORY SO FAR: Clay Morgan is determined to play a lone hand against Ben Herendeen, a rancher who Is out to ran the cattle country his own way. As a rancher. Morgan knows he must protect his own rights, but he doesnt like Berendeens methods. Of his former friends, only Hack Breathitt has not gone over to Herendeens side. The rest Charley Hillhouse, Gurd Grant and tlge White, for example, are supporting Herendeen, more or less in self defense. They dont like his methods, either, but they believe that if they dont follow him they will lose everything. Now continue with the story. It was something that had with Lila and Ben, wasnt it? CHAPTER IV At daybreak Clay Morgan rode as far as the Antelope Plains with the roundup crew and worked with it until Afterwards he set off to have a look at the grass and water on the western edge of the Moguls. Gurd Grant, having business at his own ranch, went along. Gurd was a big and completely friendly man of Morgans age with light features and a consistently pleased expression in his eyes. There was no malice and no subterfuge of any kind in Gurd.' , But now, as he rode, he spoke in a rather troubled, uncertain way of Herendeen. You know, Clay, he aint such a bad fellow. I hate to see you two start chewing the same piece of leather. Of course, you never did like each other. I can remember as far back as school when you and Ben got in some pretty tough janmid-mornin- Ernest Haycox g. to do She shook her head. Never mind, Gurd. The quick ruffle of horses hooves turned her against the porch post and in this attitude she watched Herendeen and Lige White cross the meadow. When they reached the porch Lige White lifted his hat with a gallant flourish he could never escape. Herendeen simply stepped Want to see you, down, saying: Gurd. Herendeen said, Why dont we go into War Pass some night, Catherine, and paint the town? They sat down in the drowsy shade of the living room. Lige White looked around, chuckling over a sudden fancy. I remember how your mother used to receive visitors here. A very proper and courteous woman, Gurd. said Ben Herendeen, Gurd, blunt and impatient as always, were going to set some men on these hill trails at night. Just to see who travels em after dark. Lige has agreed to take care of the Antelope Plains. Im posting one near the west base of the Moguls. I want you to keep some men up there on r J gles. Gurd, said Morgan, turning toward his partner, I want to warn you. Bens the kind of a fellow that gets worse the farther he goes. Riding on through the short hills, they came to Crowfoots quarters seated in a small round valley backed against the Haycreek Hills. A creek, charging out of the pine timber, crossed the meadow in front of a low, white house surrounded by poplar trees. The two dismounted in this pleasant shade and went back to the dining room for a late noon meal. They were still at the table when a single rider-camout of the hill trail at a full gallop. A moment later Cath, long-galleri- ed e erine Grant appeared. she said, "you are Gentlemen, both very solemn. Gurd Grant held his seat with a brothers habitual indifference but Clay Morgan rose at once before this laughter-lovin- g girl with the gay and gently blue eyes. This was Catherine Grant, who, with her brother Gurd, ran Crowfoot. Crazy as always, said Gurd. "And quit running your horse down that trail, you hear? She didnt hear. She stood in front of Clay, stripping away her riding gloves smiling and watching his answering smile break the solid healthy darkness of his face. Gurd Grant sat as an interested and forgotten spectator to this scene, quick to note his sisters instant gaiety in front of Clay, and Clays lightening expression. There always had been an odd closeness between these two people. Sometimes, as now, . that . closeness puzzled him and some-timbothered him; he never could ' get at its meaning. All he knew ; was that whenever they met they seemed to share some old memory which excluded everybody else, as He rose and left the room. , now. The cook brought Catherine her meal. She sat opposite Clay, eating a little and talking a little. Clay lighted a smoke. He braced his elbow on the table, chin propped in his long, heavy hand. Your hair, he said, is getting darker. Thats gray you see. Gray from es , . worry. When you were eighteen it was almost a carrot red. She said: I remember you said that once, a long time ago. It almost made me cry. I came home and wondered if I could dye it. We used to talk pretty straight, didnt we? We had some tall quarrels. Suddenly she rose and turned away, knowing what was in his TTiind- - He left the table, following her out to the house porch. He said: See you later, Catherine. All right, Clay. Gurd came around the house. He said to his sister in a teasing, amused voice: Rakin up the ashes of an old fire? Hush. commented Gurd, You two, used to be pretty thick. Before T.il a came along. I always wondered how Click? She straightened against the porch post and showed him a expression. Gurd laughed a his sister close up on seeing little, to laugh, when he and ceased him, thought of something else. I dont 'like the way hes acting. He wont talk to Ben. No, said Catherine. He never self-contain- ed .will. ? ? wnu- ? - Release against his knee and rose, leading the other two to the porch. Catherine remained by the steps. Herendeen paused and put his round blue glance on her, cool and appraising; he betrayed himself to her, in the way he used his eyes.' He showed her what he was thinking. Friday night then, Catherine, he said and went to his horse, rid- ing out of the meadow with Lige White. be Gurd, reflected Catherine, careful in what you promise Ben. Gurd said: Weve all got to stick together, and went back through the house. Catherine turned into the house, climbing the stairs to her own room. She started to remove the riding habit but stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, closely thinking. All the talk of the men had come through the front rooms open window to her all of it, excepting the name of Herendeens informer. Leaving Grants ranch, Clay Morgan rode north through a gentle roll of hills carpeted with bunch grass and loosely studded by twisted, ancient junipers and jack pine. Later in the afternoon he passed the valley of Herendeens ranch at some distance and entered the footslopes of Mogul, through short ravines shaded by box elder and alder and cottonwood. Thus he rode upward with the quartering trails of Mogul, toward its plateau in the late afternoon hours. The sun fell behind the western mountains in a formless red eruption. In another half hour twilight, cool and tremendously still, whirled about ..him. Beyond eight oclock he sighted the glint of light from his ranch house, shining across the flats. Reaching home, he had supper and sat on the porch. Muscular weariness loosened his long frame and the ease of the darkening night got into him; fed and indolent, he swayed the rocker across the loose porch boards and breathed the fragrance of his cigar. Quietly he smoked his cigar, until he heard the far rhythm of a horse coming out of the west, around the foot of the Mogul Hills. He took the cigar from his mouth, cupping its glowing tip in his palm, and sat quietly until. Jhejrider turned in at the porch. Catherine Grant called quietly, Clay, and got down. He brought over another rocker. She sat beside him, lying back. Her arm trailed over the rockers arm, her face was a round blur in the dark. But he didnt need to see it; he remembered how her lips would be long and gently e and pursed, how her eyes would be. She said in a serious voice: Maybe Im doing something you wont like. Im carrying tales. Ben and Lige White came over to see Gurd directly after you left. Bens going to have men out in the hills, looking for rustlers. Hes "got somebody in the country pussyfooting for him. I dont know who it is but somebody were all acquainted with, I think. Gurd wanted to tell you all this. Ben said he didnt trust you. Morgan said: Sounds natural. She let the silence go along quite an interval. Her voice was cool and You hate him more than near. people realize, Clay. As he hates you. Nothing ever would bring you together. Is that why you took Ollie Jacks part? No, he answered. She didnt press the point. This was the way they had always been, close and tolerant, sometimes angered and frank, but never demanding. She had a silent streak of her own, a depth she never let others see; and she gave him the same respect. She said now: Do you know why I came? To sit on He said, cheerfully: again. my porch she' said, almost as a Clay, warning, lets keep away from soft-shini- half-amus-ed half-grav- Why dont we go into War Pass some night, Catherine, and paint the town? the high trail to War Pass. Be sure they dont talk and be sure they do this after dark. But All right, said Gurd. net. loose with fishin a pretty youre What we need is a man to just ride around with his eyes and ears open, without being suspected. said Lige Range detective, White. Herendeen gave both of them a stolid look. Already got that man. asked Grant. Who? Herendeen bent forward and let the mans name drop softly into the room. Now, he added, say nothing about it. Anybody knew it was him, his life wouldnt be worth much. He put his hard stare on Gurd Grant. I dont want Morgan to know, either. Well now, answered Gurd Grant with slow discomfort, I dont know about that. Hes in this, too. What was he playin along with Ollie Jacks for? Anybody know where he really stands? Anybody got a square answer out of him? No. Until we do well keep this to ourselves. He had a way of dropping his closed fist through the air to drive home his talk; he did it Then he added, dryly: It now. may be hes on the other side of the fence. Thats a damned fool thing to say, flared up Gurd Grant. I dont like it. Hes protecting Hack Breathitt, pointed out Herendeen. And whats Hack? Figure it out. said Gurd Wait a minute, Grant, Hacks all right. He made camp with Pete Borders last night, said Herendeen. Grant scowled at the news. Foolish thing to do, he admitted. You two felHerendeen rose. lows meet me at my place around six. Maybe I can show you something. Maybe, before long, well smoke out Morgan. Far as Im concerned, its fish or cut bait. 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Catherine came to her feet. She murmured: I dont want to be seen here, and stepped inside the house. Morgan went to her horse and led it around to the dark side of the house. A single rider rushed at the porch, with other riders pounding more distantly behind him. Clay returned to the porch, watching the first riders shape break the blackness and circle into the yard. His horse was pushed by a long run; he said, as he stepped to the ground, Me, Clay. Me hard-breathin- g, Hack. What's the trouble? (TO BE CONTINUED) j Shop with Confidence in Your Home Town Newspaper You will see Americas best known and most reliable merchandise featured. |