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WINTER RANGE! A CHAPTER VI?Continued Kentucky Jones grinned, but the grin was very faint He was pitying the girl as be had never pitied anyone In his life. There was a forlorn despera tion about her scheme which told him, better than anything else could have done, how heavily events had pressed down upon this girl In effect, Jean Bagland was offering him all the tan gible assets which she controlled to serve as a gunflghter, and a leader of gunfighters. Yet to the best of his be lief she was justified. There was noth ing Imaginary about the encroachment of Elllotj and If Campo persisted In bis unaccountable state of paralysis the Bar Hook brand was done. "What's Campo going to say to this?" he asked ber. "I'll take care of Campo." Kentucky Jones found himself deep ly stirred. Yet he would have thought himself a fool If he had accepted such a proposition only to please Jean. One consideration alone urged him to agree. He was anxious to talk to Bob Elliot; and he felt that the basis she suggested would give him every advantage In this. "I'm not going to turn you down," he said at last. "But I can accept only on certain conditions. First, that too strenuous an objection is not made by your father. Another Is that If Campo Bagland later decides to make his own fight; or If for any other reason I'm no longer needed, then I can withdraw, and the deal Is off." "I accept that," she said. "Another condition Is that the price of one dollar be changed to read: 'One dollar and such other consideration as the buyer shall consider proper, ac cording to the state of the market upon delivery.'" She objected vigorously to that; but since at worst It conceded him what profit be might consider Justified, she at length gave In. She offered him her hand, closing a bargain which placed him In the most curious position he ever bad occupied In his life. "Jean," he said. "I'm going to ask you one Question, and I want you to answer !L Do you know who killed John Mason?" "No," she said instantly. "Kentucky, I swear that I don't know that! I thought I knew, until Zack Sanders was found; but now I'm Just as sure that I was wrong." "I won't try to get you to tell me," he said, "what you evidently don't want me to know. But, Jean, I tell you this: the time may come when I'll need your help and need It bad. When that time comes, I want yon to remember that perhaps I wouldn't be In this If you hadn't asked me In." "I won't forget" He got up and Jerked on his coat "I'm going to see Bob Elliot" he told her. The back of her hand flew to her mouth. "Now?" she said faintly. "It's as good a time as any, Isn't it?" Jean Ragland turned white. "Then go on. You?I guess you know I wish you luck." "I might need It," he admitted. As he reached the door she sud denly called his name, and he turned back. She was staring after him, white-faced. "Are?will you be armed ?" "I don't know. We'll see." He was wondering, as he saddled a fresh pony, If she had commissioned him to kill Bob Elliot ******* The buildings of the 88 were made variously of adobe, clapboards, and square-hewn logs. Bill McCord stood In the doorway of the barn as Kentucky Jones came up. lytntueky had a feeling that be had bfeen seen and watched from a long way off. "?You want to see me?" McCord asked. "I'll talk to your boss, if he's here." Bill McCord rolled a crooked cigar ette from one corner of his mouth to the other. "All right He's up at the house." He did not offer any accommo dations for Kentucky's horse. Kentucky rode td what appeared to be the main door of a squat adobe which a glance of McCord's eye had Indicated. The door opened as he pulled up, and Bah Elliot stood there, looking at him without expression. "Hello, Bob," Kentucky said. Bob Elliot leaife'd against the side of the doorway, lean-shouldered, straight-hacked, looking competent and tall. "It seems very peculiar," he said with casual frostlness, "to see you here." "1 suppose so," said Kentucky, swing ing down without Invitation. "Are you going to ask me In or not?" "I hadn't thought of It," said Elliot; "1? there any special call for It?" "There Is." "Bet's hear what your business Is, then." "It's a little matter of range rights," Kentucky told him. "In that case," said Elliot, "go back and tell your boss you fell down. I understand my rights on the Bake Pan. and Wolf Bench, too, Just as well as he does. And when he wants to talk to me he can come himself!" "England," said Kentucky, "can spe.ik on his own behalf, what and where he wants to, without advice from n,e?or from you either. It happens that this time I'm speaking for myself. I came over to tell you that I've bought a fifth Interest Id the Bar Hook." Bob Elliot's face went blank with Perfectly real astonishment. "Ion bought a?what?" "ton heard me, I think." Bob Elliot stared at him for a mo By ALAN LE MAY^ Copyright by Alan LeMay WNU Servlca. j ment more. "Come In here," he said at I | last He turned his back and walked into the house; and Kentucky followed him. "I thought I understood you to say you'd bohght Into the Bar Hook." said Elliot as soon as the door was shut "Now what In all h?1 can be your Idea In that?" 1 "I was able to buy some hundreds of head of Bar Hook cattle at a very fa vorable price," Kentucky told him. "I'll make something on those cattle In the spring." "In the spring," Elliot repeated. "And where did you expect to hold them through the winter?" "Right where they are." Bob Elliot stared at him again while | this soaked In. Then abruptly, unex pectedly, he turned away from Ken tucky Jones and began to laugh, as Kentucky had seen him laugh before In Sheriff Hopper's office at Waterman. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and seemed to fight the parox ysm, which shook him as If he had been trying to strangle a fit of coughing. "This Is rich," he said at last "Noth ing trivial about this transaction, I hope?" "Hardly." "So now naturally you want to talk to me." "Naturally. Both technically and practically, for the time being I am a part owner of the Bar Hook. More particularly as regards the Bar Hook grazing rights." "In short," said Elliot, "what you | came here to tell me Is that your share In the Bar Hook Is a fighting share." "You can call It that" Bob Elliot lighted a tailor-made cig arette. The Ironically humorous glance of his frosty blue eyes had a snap like the flick of a whip. "That girl certainly got you In for something," he said. "Yes?" Kentucky Jones smiled on one side of his mouth. Until now nei ther had mentioned the Incident In the sheriff's office which had terminated when Kentucky Jones had knocked Bob Elliot out He held his peace, and be gan the making of a cigarette; but he thought that Elliot must have known what was In his mind. "I'll tell you a couple of things for your own good," Bob Elliot went on. "You're butting Into a situation that you know very little about, Jones. You seem to think that this little difference of opinion that's coming up now be tween me and Itagland Is something new. It Isn't We've had it all the time. Even without this new crisis brought on by Mason's death, there never could have been room for both the Bar Hook and the SS, In the long run. Sooner or later one or the other would have had to go. Up until now I've been willing to give Ragland a break for the sake of the peace. It Just happens that the way things fall out I'm .pot able to baby him any more. Don't you forget for a minute that the land In question Is public domain." "And that you're entitled to graze half way from your water to his. You'll have to govern your cattle count by that; and we don't want to see one head more." Elliot made an Impatient gesture with his cigarette. "It'll be'a long day," he said contemptuously, "when you tell me something about the cattle busi ness In the rimrock, Jones. If you think England has a case?ask Campo why he's sitting back In his corner, and sending you to make his blulf. Ask him. You might find out some thing you need to know." Kentucky Jones shrugged. "I can't speak for what Campo will do. I've bought in on the understanding that the land my cattle are on Is Bar Hook range?has always been Bar Hook range. I'll tell you straight out. Elliot I don't mean to have that range forced. And if I have to take my boys and ram your stock right back down your throat, In order to hold my graze, stand from under! It's up to you." Bob Elliot eyed him speculatively. "I don't think that you're going to make much of a war on the 8-S." "I'll make what push I need to, no more?and no less." Elliot allowed himself a faint smile. "I suppose you know you'll have to fight Campo himself, first?" "What makes you think so?' "For one thing," Elliot told him, "be cause when you hooked up with Campo Itagland you hooked up with a yellow quitter." "I reckon." said Kentucky, "you might not be so quick to say that to Campo's face." "You think not? I'll tell you one more thing you don't know about. I understand that you heard Bill McCord cuss out I-ee Bishop, and send him home with his tall between his legs. Well, you can take It that Bill was only copying after his boss. Because this range has seen the day when I sent Campo Ragland home with his tail between his legs, under much the same circumstances. And that wasn't so long ago. Not so long ago!" "This gets no place." said Kentucky. "I tolfl you what 1 came to tell you? that lets me out. From now on look to yourself. And don't drive cattle Into Bar Hook range?my range?without ex pecting them to come right home to roost In a cloud of yells." "Suits me," Elliot agreed. "Don't think I've forgotten the sore Jaw you gave me In that run-in at Waterman. God knows I never .hoped for such a chance to smash the two of you at once 1" Kentucky Jones grinned and turned to the door. "That's what I like to hear 1" He stepped out to his horse and threw the reins over the animal's head. "Go tell that girl," said Elliot from the door, "that her father can't hide behind you this trip?you ain't big enough In size. And?try to make her tell you what she knows!" Kentucky was ready to admit?to himself?that that parting shot went home. What he could not escape from was the sure knowledge that Jean Rag land did know something, perhaps sev eral things, which he should have known. But he returned Bob Elliot's sardonic grin. "Come and see me some time," he 'said; and he went away from there. CHAPTER VII That was a good long-stepping horse Kentucky rode that day; so that It was still a little before the long winter dusk as he reached the half way point on his return ride. His pony pricked Its ears forward sharply, and Kentucky brought the horse to a stop while be listened. Far ahead?whether It came from the Bake Pan or the Bench he could not tell?sounded a curious drum tat too, a thin popping whisper of gunfire. For perhaps half a minute the far-off gun talk continued, oddly like the pop ping of grease In a skillet Then It stopped abruptly, as If all of the guns had fallen silent together, and In the utter quiet of those vast snowy spaces there was no longer any indication that anything had happened. Kentucky Jones struck the spurs to his horse and went up the Irregular trail at the dead run, unbuttoning his coat as he rode so that It would not Interfere with his gun. From somewhere ahead of him In the trail came a muffled ground mur mur, Inarticulate and confused. He pulled his horse down to a gait at which he could listen to something be side his own pony's hoofs. The sound ahead developed swiftly Into the hoof drum of an approaching horse, that supremely stirring, unmistakable sound of a horse running desperately, full stretch, half frantic under the punish ment of spur and quirt. Kentucky Jones hesitated, then put his horse ahead'again at a high lope. WJUaln two furlongs the approaching horse burst suddenly from around a Jutting outcrop of rock; and he saw that the rider was Jean Ragland. So close were they as they became visible to each other that as they pulled up their horses Jean's pony slipped to its haunches and almost went down. It recovered Itself, how ever, and the two horses stood blow ing and stirring restively on their feet, too steamy and nervous from their run ning to stand quiet "Jean! What's busted?" She spoke rapidly but with clear co herence. "Jim Humphreys and Billy Petersen have run foul of four 88 cow boys, down on the Bake Pan. Lee Bishop and I were sitting on the rim? we saw the whole thing. Jim Hum phreys Is down. And they got Billy's horse?he took to cover behind his dead horse and began firing back. Oh, G?d, Kentucky?It was terrible! Sitting there and seeing It all, and unable to do anything?as if we were in another world?" "Is Billy hit?" "I don't know. Billy's horse bolted and went Into a bucking fit; they were all peppering at him, but he got con trol of his horse and rode back to cov er Jim. Then his horse somersaulted, and the 8S cowboys drew off as he fired from cover." "Where's Lee Bishop?" "He's riding down the rim trail to Billy and Jim, fit to break his neck. He wanted me to ride like the devil and get help. I didn't think the others would be back home yet, so I came down this trail hoping to pick you up." "Come on," said Kentucky, Jumping Ids horse up the trail. Jean put ber horse Into the trail behind him and they pushed on a steady run to where the fork of the trail led up the Bench to the Bar Hook. Here Kentucky stopped his horse and Jean pulled Id alongside. "Go back to the Bar Hook," he told her. "Harry Wilson ought to be back there by now. Tell him to take the best of the two cars and drive like h?1 to Waterman. I want five more men out here by sun-up tomorrow. I want Bud Jeffreys and Crazy Harris?" be named three others he wanted, and (our or five alternates In case some ; were not to be found. All were men 1 he knew, now laid off for the winter at or near Waterman. "Can you remem ber those?" "Sure." "When you've put Harry Wilson on his way, bring a couple of horses and come back. If your father's there?" ( "He Isn't" "If you see a couple of poles that would make a stretcher, bring 'em along?one of the horses can trail 'en like a travols. Well take the boys t? the Bake Pan camp." "On the way 1" Jean whirled hei horse. "Walt! Point out to me where Jin and Billy are." Jean pointed. Kentucky Jones made out a far-ofl bottle-shaped dot upon the snow amonf the other dark dots that were gage and grease-wood; he recognized this as Billy Petersen's fallen horse. He conld not see where Jim Humphreys lay. But far off to the southwest he could see the faintly moving specks that were 88 riders. "There they go." he whispered bit terly. "One of them tried to turn back and over-ride Jim Humphreys," she said, "but Billy Petersen drove him ofT. I can't see Lee Bishop down there? guess he hasn't got down the trail yet I'll he back as quick as I can." She turned her horse and was gone In a flurry of hoof-lifted snow. Kentucky Jones took the Bake Pan trail. Lee Bishop was twenty minutes ahead of him In reaching Billy Peter sen and Jim Humphreys; but he bad sighted Kentucky on the down trail, and he waited now for him to come up. "They got Jim Humphreys," said Lee Bishop morosely. "I bet he never lived to hit the ground. If that boy was shot once he was shot half a dozen times." "What about Billy?" Billy Petersen was leaning against his dead horse, his legs stretched upon his folded saddle blanket In the fall ing light his face l,ooked a pale gray green. "I'm all right," he said without conviction. "He busted his ankle, some way, when his horse flopped. We better take him over to the lower camp, Kentuck? he thinks he can ride all right If we lead along easy. We'll tie Jim Hum phreys on your horse, I guess. He's lying over here about a hundred yards." They traveled the half mile to the Bar Hook Bake Pan camp slowly, Lee Bishop and Kentucky walking and leading the horses. "How did this thing start?" "Me and Jim was coming home," Billy Petersen said, "past our south west welL The 88 had stuck up a kind of a tripod there, like as If to repre sent a well of their own, and It made us mad. We threw It down. Coming on about a mile farther we run Into these four fellers, riding toward us. Three of 'em was together, and one laying back, when we met up. They come up In front of us ahd stopped. One of 'em said, 'Which one of you Is boss here?" Jim Humphreys said, 'Who the h?1 wants to know?" One of 'em says, 'I see you threw down our well tripod." Jim says, 'And what If I dldT Well, one word led to another, and finally one of 'em says, 'D?n you, Bishop?'" "Bishop?" said Kentucky. "That's what he called him. Jim didn't bother to tell him different TheD all of a sudden the guns was out" "Who pulled the first Iron?" Ken tucky asked. "Jim did," Bald Billy Petersen mournfully. "Jim, he fired the first shot Only he missed. One of the 88 fellers made the quickest draw I ever see or heard tell of. His first shot put Jim out of business, I think. One of 'em took a throw at me, and the other two poured It Into Jim as he went down. I grabbed out my gun and I threw a shot some place, but I don't know where, because right then my ,1?n pony blew up. He made two or three pitches and then he took and run wild with me for two, three hun dred yards; I pulled his fool head right back In my lap, but he Just run loco, star gazing. I got him turned around ?I don't know where I was exactly? when all of a sudden he somersaulted. I forget what I was trying to do right then." (TO BE CONTINUED>. "Go Back to the Bar Hook," He Told Her. THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER At the Inquest Into the death of John Mason, banker, Jean, daughter of Campo Ragland, owner of the Bar Hook ranch, where Mason met death, sur reptitiously passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed Mason. Ken tucky goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch. The Mason verdict is accidental death. Bob Elliot, owner of the adjoining range, drives his cattle on the Bar Hook land. Lee Bishop, Ragland's ranch boss, expostulates, and Bill McCord, Elliot's foreman, insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at Ragland's in difference to Elliot's action. Bishop urges Kentucky to try to influence Jean to arouse her father. He does so, unwillingly, and her reaction mystifies him. Zack Sanders, Bar Hook cook, is found dead, murdered. Sheriff Hopper, investigating Sanders' death, announces his knowledge that Mason also was murdered. Jones seeks to trace the ownership of a gun found on Zack Sanders, which he Is con fident has a bearing on the mystery. Common Duty to Wage Warfare on House Fly Effort to change the name of the j common house fly to typhoid fly is the motive behind a movement start- t ed by Dr. L. O. Howard, government p entomologist. The name, house fly." is too s tame. The fly is accepted as a ^ nuisance, but not considered as the t dangerous Insect it is. Government j health authorities have proved that j the common flies that buaz about r homes and kitchens carry bacteria f which can infect human beings with t at least a dozen diseases in addition ( to typhoid. 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