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Or had he better wait? "Well, you know what you mean, don't, an' I don't give a d a" GItner turned, bravado in his man ner,- to Jasper. "Me, I'm headed for the chuck wagon. Get a move on you, Jas." Stark breathed again. Carl had chosen to postpone. the question of -the day to, a more favorable time. The two men left the bunk- house together.. Through the open door Stone watched them walk to the eating room. He had done an unwise thing, some men would have said. At least he had done it on purpose. He had smoked them into the open. Beyond a reasonable doubt he was convinced that he had found the man who had shot Mat thew Stark and Wilson McCann. He had made a guess that was a center shot Out of the situation he got one flicker of amusement He would be willing to give odds that when he saw Carl GItner after his next visit to town the big man would either, be wearing a new pair of boots or the heels of the old ones would be rebuilt. It was Wilson McCann's first long ride since his recovery. The weeks had slipped away and his splendid vitality had asserted itself. it-self. Health had flowed back into his veins. He and his brother Lyn were Jogging along toward Mesa. The fierce heat of summer was al most broken, but they still looked up into a brazen sky and clouds of alkaline dust choked them. With an eye carefully measuring his brother's strength, Lyn suggested suggest-ed that they throw off and rest at the river. "Im kinda off my feed these days,", he added apologetically. Wilson smiled at this duplicity. Suits me." he assented. "I'd hate to see you wore to a frazzle an' yon with no more, appetite than yon got I was worried about you traveling so far on nothing but nine flannel cakes, eleven biscuits, two-three two-three eggs, one small steak no. bigger big-ger than a plate, an' three cups o' coffee." ' ; It ain't what a man eats, but how it nourishes him," argued the bronzed young giant At the edge of the dry river, in a little group of coitonwoods a couple of hundred yards from the road, they dismounted and Lyn unsad dled. With their rifles by their sides they lay down and Wilson rested. "It does klnda take the tuck outa me," he admitted. "I reckon rm not right stout yet." Purgatory river the Indians called it from the Spanish name, or the Elver of Lost Souls, but the unsentimental cowpunchers had cor rupted it to Picket Wire river. Lying on his back, one leg cocked over the other, Lyn mused aloud. "Something's changed Dad. He ain't so rambunctious since you an' him got back from the Circle Cross. All the boys have strict orders not to get into trouble with any of the Stark riders.. He acts UKe .nes bumped up against something that set him .thinking." Wilson thought of his father, big, strong, slightly bowlegged, hard eyes set in a leathery face, a dom inating man with many frlenas ana some bitter enemies. What Lyn said was true. There had come a change in him. He spoke less, ms manner was gentler at times. More than once his oldest son had come on him in the dusk brooding in an armchair. This was not at all the Peter McCann he bad known a score of years. "Figure it out for yourself, Lyn. Julia Stark an that young brother of hers saved my life an kept right on saving it They scared off the killer. They took me home an looked after me. They sent for Doc Sanders. She nursed me, that girl did, Uke I was her brother, though her father lay there dead beside me an' she thought Td killed him. They let Dad come an' live In the house, an' every minute of the time they watched to see we weren't shot while we were there. Do you reckon, if they had been ?iven half a chance Jas Stark an' that Gitner would ever have let os :et away from there alive? Not on vore tintype. But the girl an' young I'hU an' Stone an Bafferty rode vitb us. bunched round the wagon, III we met up with the boys. That uts It right np to us, dont It? Oad's miliin' this over in his head. BEGINNING THE STORY ' . " ' ' . Jim i'rhv iFhann'vyo.un .Arion ranchman, find, an old friend, SUrt X. " br0ken U JuU 8Ur. daughur ot Matthew jS. ZM U .I""7 0f th McCnns, le with him. Jasper Btark, nonnf-J '.uS 1 U aheep ranching and on that account un-i un-i wlthwth cul,,nen- "Night rider." .hoot a McCann ranch ii.?,V.P ,er.uM?Ca.!!n' WtlBon'a father, offer, a reward for the dls-0t dls-0t thfelr,1,denty. Wil.on McCann horsewhip. Ja.per, he 2Sk wS. pi1?UcaUy B0 rMl8tn. Matthew Stark po.ta notice he 711 kl 1.WUsn on .ight Ann Glfford'. tragedy 1. the fato of her dead slater, Nora, betrayed and abandoned by her lover. Jasper Stark and Carl GItner, known as a "killer." hold .Inister secret con-Terences. con-Terences. A StarR rider, Tom McArdle, Is believed by the Starks to have been killed by the McCanns, but rumor links his name with that of Nora Glfford. Matthew Stark Is killed, from ambush. Julia finds him dead, with Wilson McCann stooping over him. She and Phil, her younger brother, accuse him of the killing, despite hi. vehement denial. Wilson Is shot from the chapparal, while standing over Stark's body. Believing him dying, Julia and her brother have him taken to the Stark home. Dave Stone, Stark, rider, a Texan with a record as a "killer," doubts Wilson's guilt, and In. vestigates. Jasper Is disinherited by his father's will. With Phil Julia visits Ann Glfford and Ethel. Ann. In her misery at life's Injustice, In-justice, is distinctly unfriendly. Jasper Stark, despite the girl's aversion, seeks to persuade Ethel Glfford to marry him, holding over her the threat of revealing Ann as the slayer of Tom McArdle Ann drives him from the ranch. Later she admits to Ethel that she killed McArdle Nora's betrayer. He's a white man, Peter McCann Is. He's flgurin' on finding a way out that won't leave him feeling like a coyote?" "How about you?" "I'll not crook a finger against one. of 'em. How can I now?" "What kind of a girl is she?" Lyn asked, his curiosity stirred. "She used to be a regular 111 catamount at school." Wilson measured his words carefully care-fully to achieve a dispassionate manner - of casual criticism. "I reckon she's got that temper yet There's 'most usually a breeze around her neighborhood, I notice. A sure enough li'l ginger mill. She's let loose on me some. 0' course she hates the ground I walk oh. Naturally she would, since she figures I shot her father. But she's all right, Lyn there every way, high, low, Jack an' the game. I don't quite know how to tell you what she's like. You remember that 111 palomino racer we usta have what a fine high-strung, high-steppin' high-steppin' thoroughbred the filly was, game to the marrow an' true as steel. Well, that's Julia Stark." Lyn rolled and lit a cigarette. "I ain't spoke a word to her since she was a long-legged colt with her mane all flying wild an' black eyes snappin' at you like live coals. But what you say troes with me. If she hadn't been there both ways from the ace she sure would have let you die the day of the rookus. Funny Fun-ny about women, how they tangle up the lives of he-men. When we was out on Tin Cup the other day Wes Tapscott got to talkin' about Dad an' Matt Stark. We was breakln' camp an' I was loadin' the crossbuck. He got to Joshin' me while I was flxin the lash rope to throw the diamond hitch an' some-thin' some-thin' I said reminded him of old days. Seems that Dad an Matt usta run together when they were young. They skylarked a heap in Dodge an' Hays City an' Denver when they were out with trail herds. Seems they both fell in love with the same girl an' that busted their friendship wide open." The older brother nodded. "Jessie "Jes-sie Farweil her name was. She married Stark." "It would be right funny if this Julia Stark was to put an end to this feud after her mother started it before any of us were born." The brooding eyes of Wilson were not focused on anything within range of their vision. He made no comment on what his brother had said, but his mind was full of it Why not? Surely the thing she had done made It impossible impos-sible for the McCanns to .pursue the feud, to fight for hair-line rights bitterly and savagely. She had cut the ground from under their feet If there was any generosity in them they would have to abstain from hostility even though friendship friend-ship was not practicable. "Do yon reckon they're liable to push the case against you forklllin' Matt Stark?" asked Lyn presently. Wilson was out on bail furnished by his father. He had been formally formal-ly arrested by the sheriff, even though it was understood that no ,ri,.Hnn would be possible in Arizona after Stark had given public pub-lic notice that he meant to kill young McCann on sight "I don't reckon," Wilson replied, i ,,, mt n lee to stand on irnnw tt Even if I baa auu wcj . . , . him I was Justified. -Who did kill him? You don't , r,t nnr bOVS COUld Of recaon buj v- - and be noldln' out on us. vn I don't I'm not guessin', t nnt ont lOUd.' Presently Lyn resaddled and they v.nn aeain the sandy road. The, rode into Mesa and drew up frnnt OI uasiuru- Simp was talking, guardedly. "Course I don know a thing but what Hank told me. ;He got this anlonymous letter an he went out an had a talk with her. She hadn't a word to say but Just one thing: prove it" He broke off to greet the new arrivals. " Lo, Lyn WHsI How you makin it? We're all mighty glad to see you live an' kickln', boy. Sure are." "Same here," agreed the recovered recov-ered invalid. .. "How you feeling, Wlls? Seems to me this is a right long ride for you to be taking so soon," Doctor Sanders said. "Oh, I got restless to hear the gents' gossip circle," "grinned Wil son. "What's the latest? Don't anything any-thing new ever happen? "Well, there's this anlonymous letter let-ter Hank got." "Hank who?" "Hank Le Page sheriff of this here county. Understand, I'm Jest tellln' you what happened. Hank he got this anlonymous letter tellln him that Miss Ann Glfford was the person who shot Tom McArdle." Simp spread his fat hands in dls- in emporium. . . V. In nK nlnion sat on me p- - JZtoL Simp Shell was there as usual, fat and overflowing. a inwi in the doorway, orYandersheld down the top step, puu ear r Bas- Doc- In a chair tilted to the 'The Sheriff Went Out to the Sheep Ranch and Had a Talk With Miss Ann." clalmer. "Like I said before, I don't know a thing but what Hank told me. Course I've done heard ru mors about reasons she might have for not liking Tom. I reckon you all heard 'em, for that matter. Jas Stark says he heard her warn Tom never to show up at the sheep ranch again, or if he did she'd fill him plumb full of lead." "The sheriff went out to the sheep ranch and had a talk with Miss Ann," Doctor Sanders contributed. "She wasn't hardly cIviL, Good as told him to get busy and, prove it if he could." . "Funny she didn't welcome him more cordial," the : young man answered with obvious sarcasm. "You'd think she would ask Hank to stay to dinner when he came out merely to inquire if she murdered a man from the chaparral, 1 1 can't understand ber being sharp abont a li'l thing like that" - "Didn't know she was a friend of yours, Wils, or I wouldn't a-mcn-tloned it" This from Simp. "She Isn't Far as I know, she's got no friends. You can put me on record right here as sayin' that this country here has been hog mean to those three girls on . the sheep ranch." "No use to get all.het np, boy. We ain't persecutin' her none," Simp objected. "We ain't even sayin' she did it Maybe she can prove an alibL It's no penitentiary offense to talk, Wlls." "By Gad, it ought to be, for when you talk about a woman you damn her good name. What do we know about this? I don't suppose for a minute she did It But say for argument ar-gument she did. Say she killed a man. though I'd bet my boots she didn't All right What kind of a man? How'd she come to do It? What had he aone to ner to his bars apu - - . Tt j whT? wail, I""". . - . . v- . mnthM- (nr bis rancn. j uiose u Qnlnn, Just in from "We're not discussing the Justification," Justi-fication," Doctor Sanders replied. "No, you're Just hintln. Come to that I've killed two-three men myself. my-self. So have you, Simp. An' you. Basford." "I never did," Shell sputtered Indignantly. In-dignantly. "Sure you have. Murder is in the heart Tna's where It is. You don't have to pull a trigger to kill a man. You can kill him in yore thoughts. It's seeln' red. It's beln' so crazy mad you'd do It in a minute if you seen a chanct" "Oh, well." Curt Qulnn let down his chair and got to his feet "The boy's right, at that Give the girl a chance. It ain't a square deal to go aching around about this onless there's some real evidence. If Jas Stark claims to have anything up his sleeve let him play the card." "You're d n whlstlin'l" Wilson turned amiably on Simp, bis smile robbing the words of tbelr sting, "Why, you durned old toughfoot where did you head in from? You claim yore name's Simp Shell May be at that it Is. We ain't askln' questions about what yore oncet name is. We're givin' you the bene fit of the doubt, old-timer. Not even Inquirln' what penitentiary you registered reg-istered at, if any.". Simp sputtered. "See here, boy, tha's flghtln' talk If you only knew it" ' , - Wilson's grin was friendly and disarming. " "I . don't really reckon they got, the goods on you enough to put you behind the bars. Likely you were too smooth to get caught My point is that it ain't a man size Job to sit here on yore roost gabbling about one poor woman who has. had the cards stacked against her In this game of life." "You make yore point stick out like a sore thumb, Wils," Qulnn ad mitted without rancor. "An' before you begin on my pedigree I moves this gossips' aid society stands ad journed." .. . , i. The motion appeared to be carv rled. Lyn passed into the post office, of-fice, but Wilson stayed to talk of cattle and water holes and the fall round-up. He felt awkward and ashamed at his defense of the weak, as though he had been advertising ad-vertising his virtue. In this cynical old world no man likes to be caught doing good.- - ' CHAPTER VIII .A Quiet Man Talks. STONE had killed a white-tailed buck In the foothills of the Sierras. Sier-ras. ' Phil was with him, and Julia. All three of. them bad left the ranch In the early morning. , They were homeward bound now, with , night Impending. In the valley val-ley darkness was beginning to fall, but long shafts of golden glow still ran along the mountain ridges and bathed their rocky slopes in splendor. splen-dor. To Julia the desert always symbolized Itself in terms of life. She saw the flash of teeth in its eternal conflict This little man riding beside ber, so lean and sinewy and dangerous, so effective in meeting. the conditions it demanded de-manded to endure, was a reflection of its gaunt persistence. - All day .Phil had been preoccupied preoccu-pied with an anxiety that now found words, "I'm worried some, Sis. At Mesa yesterday I heard gossip. He stopped, then added: "About Ann Glfford." The Texan riding beside him gave by no outward action any sign of Interest, but somehow Phil knew that he was Intent on 'catching every word. "They sax she shot Tom McArdle.' : r- .V- Julia flashed an indignant retort "How outrageous I - And senseless I What object could she possibly haver - ... - .. V; i :, ' ."They say her sister Nora." " What do you mean?" "Why, that Tom was responsible." responsi-ble." - "Oh!" The girl fell silent her thoughts busy knitting together loose ends of gossip she bad heard. "Who says so?" she demanded. . The boy hesitated. He could talk freely before Stone, for hard and tough though the Texan was, an accredited killer, both these young people sensed In him the same loyalty that bound them to Domlnick Rafferty. "Jas, for one,-Phll gulped out , "Jas!" Julia pulled up her horse abruptly. "What , does he know about it?" "Claims he practically saw her do It him an GItner." - Stone spoke for the first time. "Where'd yon hear this, Phil?" "In town. Everybody knows It They say when Hank Le Page went out to ber place she wouldn't even deny it Jus told him to prove It if he could." "But Jas I don't understand. If he saw ber do It or felt sure she bad done it, why did be wait nearly near-ly three months to tell it? Why dldnt be tell it then, or not at all?" Julia asked. (TO BS CONTDTUKDl) is i MM ' He doesn't look a day over fifty. And feels like forty. Attheageof62. . That's the happy state of health and pep a man enjoys when he gives his vital organs a little stimulant! When your system is stagnant and you feel sluggish, headachy, half-alive don't waste money on ftonics" or "regulators" or similar Eatent medicines. Stimulate the Ver and bowels. . Use a famous . physician's prescription every drug store keeps. Just ask them for Dr. Caldwell's syrup pepsin. This appetizing syrup is made frpoVi InTntivft herbs, active senna, and pure pepsin. One dose ' will clear up almost any case of . headache, biliousness, constipation. . 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