| Show the love feud a inu d BY IZOLA FORRESTER copyright 1012 by A literary pre arf nan tightened the rein slightly and gypsy belle paused it was almost dark along the old mountain road over on the rail fence to the left bad had come a drawled hall for her ber to halt and the click of a trigger pulled back 1 I 1 hat you griff taller I 1 called nan cheerfully what you doing there thia time daie of leht tj 3 lols oa 3 their way home hoine A laugh came from the gloom of the railing im just squirrel hunting sla dont boj call me sla sis you aint so well acquainted aa as that do you call the down at the dond bond SI dill bill does talking some air aint it you grifft im going to do moren talk tonight if he don dont t get you taunt angly lie wont get me drat first lies he had a taste by now already alread yI nana nans voice caught a little in her throat but ehe she wae was not afraid 1 I suppose there are tailors sitting on fence ralla rails all over mount moun t scratch um tonight waiting for a hot shot at bill amea ames why dont you coma come out in the open road foad and fight like a man mant you all up here have got so used to fighting indian indiana back awhile youve forgotten how to face a white man aint you eit aft up there and shoot lit tt dill bill it he be comes riding by here and then go down to potters tore store and boast of how y you OU fought ought bill amoe ames you cant fight anyone man size glees all you can do Is 1 lick your little brothers othera br and give I 1 molly I 1 ally ann a clip elde side of her bead now mow and then ill give you a clip some day smarty eald said griff slowly youve got too much red pepper in that tongue of youre yours give me a clip come some day nan leaned back her bead and laughed why you old stingy rail fighter I 1 look nt at your eha sha ow 1 your pop signed papers for you today just the game you aint of age yet honey so we bottled settled it up be tween ua us why I 1 aln aint t going to have BI IIAmes riding this road any more he lie aint got straight intentions tent ions anyhow hes iles just a trifler hes putting up one evening at the and the next up at your place and boasting of his irresistible sis tible attractions down at potters saturday nights I 1 dont believe a anord of it nan started gypsy belle up again de dont get a night chill cbill tilting sitting on that rail I 1 gri griff MI say called griff after her I 1 if it you meet dill bill and tell him im waiting to him ill take it out on your pop un tin derR tand and he signed papers for to roe me honest he lie did nan and anil hold too in law dut but nan answered nul nut straight up the road abe she went at a canter the horse knew the way in the dark and ever since they hod bad left the main road far below in the valley she he bad had let the reins bang hang black slack while ehe she to keep hertelt company she was not sID singing now not a mile was covered before ehe she heard scrambling and stumbling ahead on the steep rocky read road nobody lived higher up on chura chum except her father and herself and strangers et never came that way nobody haunted the roada roads ot of chum unless he was predestined to live there by landing on the county records before he had a chance to call his life his own checking the mare ebe she drew to one sade of the road lumbering down dow n the road came bill amen on his big white e horse head don wheezing at ever every Y step bill hill stopped and slipped off the saddle a addle with a smothered curse as the 1 horse borse dished down on ita its shoulder heavily 1 hat did you ride him eo so hard for called out nan il hell just give otia good now find pass over bill bad had started back at the of a voice so near him but laughed as he be recognized the owner better loan me gypsy belle to go niong along on nan I 1 certainly need her tonight what for I 1 nana nans tone waa was full of innocent inquiry tho the youngster tried to pull a together ilia ills brain was full ful of bursting lights and shooting agony somewhere in the muscles around his collar bone bon lay a taller bullet another lor had clipped a trill down his back and his ear car stung aa as if U ft 11 hornet had bad landed on it it N M to on sc there a sport the he be said cli ch emsily night nan hunting out coon all taller tatters are bili bill come further don t go any home V with we along 1 do you care vily 91 bo be retorted do you care boneet me siule sh she dont touch the warm aldust back against shrank belle 1 I eai cant nt care for any gypsy body I 1 ini ru just old nate me and given girl P pope op a promised papers on it too promised you to who don dont oh ob gria grift taller to bin birs held her ber arms hta his strong against closely pressing one cheek fair hair he forgot her thick braids of way ways thor and all the her iler tribe of ambush the old man what do you care for la in the v valley alley lot down that ot of or any we nan honestly he whispered scratch dont donot have t to 0 live here on old I 1 natural daye days the rest ot of our urn um in the can get work in any s sawmill alo along ng with me come Cu Cum berlanda berlands and nane nans I 1 ingers stole to tenderly to his cu culy iv hair stroking it back from hia his face and then down to his coat and stopped there wae was a withered rose in the buttonhole of the lapel who gave you that rose billie dill unused to the ways of the sex told the simple truth got it this thin afternoon down at rocky bend schoolmarm School gave it to you didn t ehe she don t you want another one on the other elde side from me so you can show them both down at potters etore store saturday night her ifer hand came across bis his ears in a swift box and bill stood back nan listen no I 1 wont woo t listen to none ot of your down that road aad and take your medicine I 1 reck on its coming to you when you aint got any better sense than to come to me and talk a sweet streak with that girls rose still sticking in your but 11 A voice came clearly out ot of the laurel thicket above her head III 11 try to hit bit it the first time nan 11 there was a blinding flare bars a putt of smoke and bill tried to push the girl behind him ills ilia shoulder was filled with pain like red hot live wires but he leveled his gun gurt and fired up at the green laurel bach back came the swift answer but not EC sr surely dill bill wondered on dered v why by there was the roar of surging waters in bis his eara ears like the upper bend in a spring freshet why he could not see to aim why nan kept standing there beside him instead of beating to cover he lie fell forward at her bier leet feet and nan her face dead a bite hite lips drawn back from her prett white teeth seized his rifle and lifted it to her own shoulder you clear out ot of that laurel thick et grift taller she called lm 1 do ing it this time and get you too bill a gun sang merrily until griff yelled for quarter 1112 face ace showed 1 faintly in the gloora as he peered out at her 1 I called quits I 1 sop shop your shooting I 1 take back what you ou said about billie and the and end give me that paper pop paned ordered nan calmly griff hesitated stoked at her again and dug for the paper he lie tossed it down don at her feet as ehe she held him coy covered take it I 1 ni you now anyhow you little and arid it looks lilo lilt I 1 be he t tit ilo dead aint he het 1 I 1 dont tu s whether hes dead or not riot nan cried back passionately I 1 I 1 wont be anybody alses I 1 know that she stood motionless as 98 griff rode away lie ile was hurt ehe she guessed right ly and a great gladness swept wept down over like one 0 of the pioneer women shoulder to shout der with alth her mate now no ehe she knelt be elde aide him and felt for bis his heart to see it it was nas beating the maro mare lowered ber her head and whinnied hin nied anxiously its all right gypsy belle nan told her the quick cobs sobs coming at last thick and I 1 fast billie cant you hear bear me one bit I 1 she bla his bead on her shoulder eh smoothing back bla his rough curly hair tenderly pressing her face to hi his I 1 nil lie ive I 1 ne got the paper away from him he lie cant hold dad one bit now and ill go 90 up into tho the cumberland with you au dear ah cant you hear me her voice broke in a low sob and she bowed her face on his breast somewhere out of the gray mist her voice reached him and opened his eyes hush your crying honey he be whispered 1 I im in just winged a bit well nell vike tho the cumberland curn Cum Y briand trail next weak you and find me gypsy belle loo nen insisted sura sure she shell 11 carry catry the bride bit lie lit grinned feebly then nan and ad gypsy belle bello were both client the mare nipping at rt the laurel breaches we ches and nan with ber her cheek pressed chloee to the well eh |
