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Show SOUTH CACHE COURIER Jewish Years The Jewish calendar has years of six different types, owing to the harmonious arrangement of festivals, etc., says Colliers. Thus a defective year has 353 days, a regular year 354 days and a perfect year 355 days; and a month is added to each when it is a leap year. Hence this new year, which is 5703 and began on September 12, 1942, will contain 383 days because it is a defective leap year. FAR: Clay Morgan a lone hand against bent on run- Herendeen, a rancher JJ,e cattie country his own way. The tor years, men have been enemies first fought over Clays wife. S who died hating him and believing Herendeen. should have married devoted to wean is a solitary figure, " daughter, Janet. two women, Catherine Grant and McGarrah. are in love with him. Of Lila. know he cannot forget Hack Breathitt h former friends, only side. not gone over to Herendeens L Grant, Catherines brother,but hesl-iabout Joining Herendeen, when he Morgans sworn enemy Covered that Catherine had been to he learns that Heren-Mh ranch. When has sent a party out to find Hack out to find him ,a kill him, Clay starts Then at him Freeport. finds He w is a free-al- l hrendeen arrives and there are fight. Herendeens men hut Hack Is forced to hide in the s Clay is talking to Catherine Grant Janet when Fox Willing, a nester rides up, saying, W once befriended, I rode over to tell you qlr, Morgan, STORY SO decided to play me ;l V.VS i Sail on Rum Virtually every navy in the world gives its sailors a daily ration of rum, wine or some other alcoholic drink, an exception be' ing the United States navy, in which the practice was abolished in 1862. However, the American dozboys may have as many as a a coffee of en cups day, although their average consumption is not more than six cups. Al-- mt t i$ A i d 'SVSISS it, A n ? I driv-wof- in.. ;j wmething. continue with the story. gow i -- 13 $ Trouble had crept behind Vance Ketchell. CHAPTER XIII j watched Janet come over She to the porch to Catherine. disinterest paused there, the polite from her small face. She pone moved her hands across her dress ind suddenly sat in front of Catherine. Tell me about the time you sent to your first dance." i said it was with your father, I was just sixteen . . . Catherine. Morgan turned his back to them, Utonished a't the relief he felt. Willijjorgan ! ng said: ora i (or is of nd your I was down at the south edge of government Valley last night. Comi- from a gulley I saw a man some of your beef. I got It was a pretty Jown and watched. fright night but this fellow was a mile away and I wasnt sure. Might So I iave been one of your crew. ng up junchin saited till I saw him drive the beef I south. aver the ridge, headin lgured to take a shot then, only it looked like he had some friends farmer down toward the Potholes, so risk it. He seemed to be about that, and quietly exIve got a wife, you see. I didnt troubled plained. said: Thanks, Fox. said Willing, you gave Morgan ;Well, i b break. a .Harry Jump said: Were wastin Ime. $ said Morgan, jYes, well have I look. back on his horse. He aterrupted Catherines talk. Janet, well be gone awhile. But Mose and 'Morgan got be .here. . . . Jiarry Jump said some impatient rd under his breath, moving away with Fox Willing and Cap Vermilye, Morgan followed, and thus these tour headed down the flats in the air of middle morning. Jfcnche will farm-bris- k II breaking a lonely nights camp in te Cache Mountains, Parr Gentry t Mtered Freeport quite early thqt Doming. Smoke eddied up from lie street, from still-hpiles of rubbish, from brush and blackened pines adjoining town; there wasnt itything left except one log cabin, it the head of the gulch. Parr Sentry sympathetically clucked his tongue at Kern Case. SMighty shameful thing to happen. For a fact. Hard on you, too, Kern. If theres anything I ran do for you, just drop the word. Meanwhile, I been lookin for a band d horses up thisaway. Seen any em? thing of Taciturn i Case from a sleepless night, said he hadnt, and walked way from Gentry. Gentry took the Burnt Ranch road out of Freeport, riding the with grades his soft body loosely shaking, his toes pointed outward and his moon-hc- e tipped. His whole shape was idle and seemed without energy but Bis eyes showed a lively interest in he tracks on the road and presently, entirely governed by what he saw, Be entered the Potholes, h Later, Parr Gentry found another hail and left the Potholes by a tircling detour, reaching Heren-leen- s valley. The ranch quarters ere a mile or more behind him nd for a little while he paused indecisively in the road. While he eemed to debate a course in his ad, his quick-rummagiaw a file of riders fiope of mined glance come down the Mogul, through the pines. This apparently deter- scat-re- d his direction, for he turned orthward on the road, heading for ar Pass and eventually, twenty later, was abreast the party the valley. From a he recognized Charley Hill-usBy arranging the gait of his wrse he met Hillhouse as the latter nought his men toward the river, apparently bound into the Cache Minutes s it reached dis-fen- e. Mountains. I There were four in the party, two other Herendeen Hill-us- e, riders, a Gurd Grant. Parr Gentrys Fesence stopped the group. He moved his hat to dash the sweat om his egglike forehead and said ''arm for a man of my bulk, aint any horses, have you? j, "Havent seen a thing, said Hill-lpS- seen anything? arr Gentry murmured affably. a couple of jackrabbits. You t "Whats up, Parr? asHn your time around here, said Gentry. Hes in the 0 V by the little meadow on if10 Creek. Ifu From a viewpoint high on the side of the Cache Mountains, Vance Ketchell watched the land below with the eyes of a man whose own fortune was pretty much in balance; and this was how he happened to see Parr Gentry come along the Freeport road, disappear into the Potholes, and later emerge from them. At this elevation he had a complete sweep of the valley below, a sight of the g road halfway to Freeport, and a birds-ey- e view of .the small meadows in the Potholes. All movement in so wide and lonely a stretch of country at once caught his glance, and though he did not immediately identify Parr Gentry he followed the mans erratic course. There were other riders abroad this morning, creeping slowly in and out of sight on the various trails looping below. He noticed Hillhouses party come around Dell Lake, and was pretty certain of their purpose from the way they scouted the land as they moved. Catherine Grant and the man with her had reached the top of the Mogul rim. There was nothing much left to see, and no particular activity around Herendeens, whereupon Vance Ketchell got on his horse, took the upward trail into timber and reached his own small ranch less than an hour later. .The moment he came into his meadow he discovered visitors. Herendeen and Bones McGeen were dismounted by his door. McGeen said irritably: Where the hell you been? Trouble had crept behind Vance Ketchell. He saw it on the faces of both these men and heard it in the domineering voice of Mcsouth-runnin- Geen. Vance Ketchell had his shadowed moment of dismal certainty. Before another word had been spoken- - he knew he had lost his ranch. Riding before these two, he stepped from the saddle, a distinct chill threading his nerves. Morgan was up here last night wasnt he? Sure, of it? answered Ketchell. What Youre through around here, said Herendeen. Facing Herendeen, Vance Ketchell suddenly remembered that Bones McGeen was behind him and for a moment he thought he was a dead man; something in Herendeens voice had been like a sharp signal to McGeen. Vance Ketchell had meanwhile backed off a good twenty feet and now he saw them both before him clearly. They didnt have him flanked any more. he told them, All right boys, very calm about it, just fly right at it. I know damned well I can beat one of you to the pull. Bones McGeen drew away from the horse. He set his legs wide apart in the dust. A crease ran across his forehead and he stood with his chin lifted, staring at Herendeen as though something had gone wrong. He called to Herendeen: You want me to go ahead? Herendeen studied Vance Ketchell over the stretching moments; he had the impulse in his mind Ketchell saw that pretty clearly. McGeen rasped out: I never saw the time I was afraid to bust into Say the word, Ben. you, Vance. Hell, hes only got two arms. Both good, said Ketchell pointedly. Shut Herendeen shook his head. up. Bones. Listen, Vance. You be out of here by morning. Vance didnt answer. He watched Herendeen limp over to his horse and step up. making a second try before he hit the saddle. Bones McGeen didnt want to leave it like this; he was reckless and sure of himself and hated to see Herendeen back If it down. He called to Vance. was me, Id see that hole card, sonny. And damn you, Ill see jt yet, if you stick around. A Ketchell laughed at McGeen. couple of tinhorn pikers that fits both of you jaspers. Come on come on. Im right here. Just have a try. McGeen, youre a yellow-bellie- d jackass workin for a man with He let that sink in, putty guts. quietly turning wild. He wasnt laughing any more. He settled his boots in the dust of the yard and spoke again, naming off with biting He saw it on their faces. SHE'S A precision the things he thought they were; it went like this, the list lengthening out until he could think of nothing else suitable. He lifted his right hand, knocking back the brim of his hat. Black hair fell across his forehead and sunlight glittered on the quick film of sweat creeping through his skin. He said as a parting shot, Youre pretty tough on old men and women and babies. If Im in hell when you boys come along, you can bet your last dollar Ill put the blackball on SELF-STARTE- R BARBARA Thorndike As soon as Charley Hillhouse ent tered the Potholes he halted the party to explain what was in his mind. Now well take up this trail quietly for echoes run a long way through this timber and Hack has got mighty sharp ears. Theres a couple places I used to camp with him and it is likely hell be at one of them, if hes here at all If any of you boys see him before I do, draw right down on him. Do not fire. Just draw down. I want to talk to him. Gurd Grant threw Charley a very You two were pretty odd glance. close friends once. Close as they come, I guess," assented Charley. Gurd said, I dont get it at all, Hillhouse shrugged his shoulders. Gravity pulled his face together; his seemexpression was matter-of-fac- t, ing to hold away imagination, and his coolness was something that never left him. As they went on single file, Gurd Grant thought about his own part in this affair with a growing unease. He had joined Hillhouse much in the cheerful spirit a man goes out on a hunting party; now. for the first time on this trip, he began to understand what they were and what might come hunting when they found Hack. It gave him a distinct chill when he reasoned it out this way. It put a different light on the affair. Charley, he said, I dont want any rough stuff. Charley rode in front of him, not turning and not answering. Gurd Grant got the impression of a will in Hillhouse as hard as rock. More and more disturbed, he had his fervent wish that he were out of the whole thing. By disposition a sunny and agreeable man, he had never in his life lifted a gun at anybody; and though he had joined this group because of anger toward Morgan an anger he still nursed he could not, now that he thought of it seriously, see himself in the role of Hack Breathitts captor. Squirming around the saddle, he was on the edge of dropping out of the party, when Charleys voice drifted dryly back at him. You dont have "to go on, Mr. Grant. The tone of it affronted Gurds pride. He said stiffly: Just do your own thinking, Charley, and Ill do mine. An instant later he wished he hadnt said it Gloomy and extremely troubled, he fell silent. (TO BE COyTINUEDJ Silver-min- e, Conn., only thirteen, Com CORN FLAKES 'lka both of you. Herendeen, said McGeen, in a begging voice, just ride along for a minute. Herendeen took his tongue-lashin- g with a smart, unmoved coolness. He spoke to Ketchell. Be out of here by daylight, and turned his horse away, calling up the reluctant McGeen. Come here, you damned fool. The two crossed the meadow, McGeen staring behind him with a dry, thin look of regret Ketchell moved along the wall of his shanty to keep them in view. When they passed into timber he stepped back to shield his body, only his head showing. He saw McGeen wheel and lift his gun; a bullet ripped the corner of the cabin, three feet above Ketchell s head, and another shot dropped Ketchells horse. Ketchell had to step away from the cabin to clear his own gun for an answer. He threw a pair of bullets at McGeen and watched the latter fade back, compelled by Herendeens yelling authority. Ketchell squatted by the shelter of the wall, listening to their horses fade on the trail. 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