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Bv ALAN IE MAY INSTALLMENT 2 THE STORY SO > \?: Dusty King and Lew Gordon were Joint ftwners of the vast King-Gordon range which ?tretched from Texas to Montana. When building up this string of ranches, they con tinually had to fight the unscrupulous Ben Thorpe. Thorpe rivaled King-Gordon in now* er and wealth, but he had gained his posi tion through wholesale cattle rustling and gunplay. Their opposing Interests came to a showdown when the Government announced the auctioning of the Crying Wolf land in Montana. Bill Roper. King's adopted son, had Inspected this territory and found it to contain an almo&t unbelievable wealth of grass. Bidding went high at the auction, but King beat out Thorpe to gain control of the land. This was m heavy blow to Thorpe who needed the pasture for his herds. ? ? ? CHAPTER II An hour spent in the Wells Fargo Office with the deputy commission er, filling out forms, signing papers, ended as Dusty King and Bill Roper stood with Lew Gordon on the board walk. It was the first time the three had had a word alone since the Cry ing Wolf had passed into the hands of King-Gordon. "Well." said Dusty King, "we got her." "Maybe," Gordon said, "this is our chance. Maybe now we can get the cow business on a sound basis, here in the north, and have some order, and decent law." "You'll never get a 'sound basis' until Ben Thorpe ?s bust," Dusty said. "What law enforcement we got in the West is rotten through and through with office holders that Thorpe owns." "Some day," Gordon said slowly, "Ben Thorpe has got to go." "Some day? Lew, we've got him beat!" King's exuberant mood of victory was not to be dampened. "You want law and order?" he chortled. "We'll show 'em law and order!" "That puts me in mind," said Gor don. "A feller passed me this here to give to you." He handed Dusty King a little twisted scrap of paper, torn oft- the corner of something else. Dusty untangled it, looked at it a moment, showed it to the others. Five words were penciled on it in sprawling black letters: IN GOD'S NAME LOOK OUT "Who's this from. Lew?" Gordon's lips moved almost soundlessly. "Dry Camp Pierce." Roper knew that name, without knowing what lengths of outlawry had brought Dry Camp Pierce to where he was today. Rewards backed by Ben Thorpe were on Dry Camp's scalp over half the West; probably it was as much as his life was worth to show himself in Og allala now. "This note ? " Dusty King tossed it off with a shrug. "Oh? I suppose Thorpe is getting drunk some place and spout ing off about what all he's going to do to me when he catches up." Dusty's teeth showed in his infec tious grin. "I suppose Dry Camp thought I ought to know about it." "He's right Dusty," Lew Gordon said. "We do want to look out, all of us, all the time." "We always had to look out," Dusty scoffed. "It'll be the more so now. There isn't anything in the world Ben Thorpe's people will stop at. Dusty." "Let 'em come on." "We want to look out," Gordon said again. "If you feel that way about it," said Dusty, "what was the idea of your working through that law we can't wear guns in town?" Bill Roper said, ' We could have brought it to an open shoot-out, five years ago ? ten years ago. Better if we had." Gordon shook his head. "Noth ing ever gets fixed up with guns." Dusty King pulled his hat a little more on one side so that he could wink at Bill Roper unobserved. But he said, "He's partly right. Bill. Ben Thorpe isn't just one man any more. Walk Lasham ? Cleve Tanner ? any one of a dozen others could step into his shoes. It's a whole rotten or ganization has to be busted up." "Ben Thorpe downed, and they'll quit." Bill Roper thought. "Ben Thorpe down and it's only begun," Dusty countered. "Get it out of your head that you can fix anything up by downing Ben Thorpe. Not while this organization stands in one piece. Might be a good idea for you to remember that. Bill, in case anything happens." "Dusty," Bill said, "if ever they get you, by God, I'll get Ben Thorpe if it's the last ? " "No," said Dusty. "You hear me? No. If they get me? you'll remem ber what I said. You remember you're fighting a thing, and a big one; not Just one man." His face crinkled in that familiar, contagious W.N.U. Release grin. "Forget it! Dry Camp's spooky, that's all." He hooked an arm through his partner's, and went swaggering off. Ten paces down the walk he stopped, turned, and came back. He leaned close to Roper. "If any thing should happen, kid? remem ber what 1 said." CHAPTER III That Lew Gordon had a daughter was not so surprising as that he had only one. Single-minded, he clung all his life to the memory of the wife he had lost when their first child was born. Jody Gordon was twenty now. She didn't exactly run Lew Gordon; no body did that. But it was fairly ap parent that his stubborn bid for su premacy in western cattle was in tended in her behalf, and without her would have been meaningless to him. Because Gordon hadn't wanted his girl filtering around through the press of Ben Thorpe's ruffians at the auction, getting his own boys into fights, Jody Gordon was wait ing here for news of what had hap pened to the Crying Wolf. Bill Rop er vaulted the foolish little picket gate, scuffed the mud off his boots on the high fro>it steps, and let him self in. He sent a Comanche war But she broke away as be tried to hold her. gobble ringing through the house, but Jody was already flying into the room. "Did you get it? Did you get it?" "All of it!" Jody flung herself at him, and kissed him; so sweet, so vital, so completely feminine that he wanted to keep her close to him. But she broke away again as he tried to hold her. "How much did it cost?" "Seventy cents ? gold." Jody's breath caught. "Can we come out on it?" "Sure we can come out on it. Not a cent less would've turned the trick. Dusty ? " Jody sat on a walnut table that had come all the way from St. Louis, and swung her feet. The story seemed to tickle her in more ways than one. "I can just see you all," she said, "standing around making an impression on each other." He turned from the window, and she was laughing at him as he had thought, her mouth smothered with her fingers. "Come here a minute," he said, going toward her. She twisted from the edge of the table, as if to put it between them, but she was too late. His rope-hard fingers caught her wrist, and held her as easily as if he had dallied a calf to the horn. "Listen," he begged her. "Lis ten ? " He caught her up, clamped an arm behind her head, and kissed her hard. Hard, and for a long time. So long as she was rigid in his arms, fighting him, he held her; but when she stood limp, neither yielding nor resisting, his arms re laxed, and Jody tore herself free. She lashed out at him like a little mustang, striking him across the mouth. Her face was white, all that quick, irrepressible laughter gone, as for a moment she locked at him. A trickle of blood ran from Bill Roper's lips, and made a crooked mark on his chin. Then she turned and fled. When she was gone Bill Roper stood still, sucking his cut lips. After a little while he went to the win dow, instinctively turning to open space for his answers. ? He could remember Jody Gordon as a little tow-headed kid, before her hair had darkened into the elusive misty brown that it was now. Or as a colt-legged girl with scratches on her shins from riding bare-legged through the sage. Or as a peculiar Ijr tempMtuou*. uncertain thing. nei ther child nor woman. Out this latest phase he couldn't understand at all. He picked up his hat. anil for a lit tle while stood turning it in his hands. Then he threw it in the corner, and went searching through the house. Jody was in the tallest of the four foolish towers. From here you could see the town, and the slim, glitter ing line of the railroad, connecting these far plainsmen with a world hungry for beef. Jody said matter-of-factly, "We've got to have more loading pens. Bill." Bill's face broke into a slow grin. Abruptly he laid hard hands on dis used sashes, and broke them open. Into their little cubicle flowed the sweet air of the open prairie sweep, inspiriting with the fresh smell of the new grass. She said, "Tell me about your new job." "It isn't new." "They said that you'd be the new boss of the Crying Wolf, if we got it," Jody said. "I don't know as I'm so much in terested as I was," he said. "Why, Billy ? not interested in the Crying Wolf ? nearly five hundred square miles of feeder land! What's come over you?" "I guess maybe I'm tired of rid ing alone," Bill said. "Alone? With all the outfit you'll have ? I wouldn't call it alone." "I would. Grass country is lonely country," he said now, "as lonely as the dry plains. You get to won dering what the everlasting cattle add up to, in the course of a life. Then some nig'ni you know you don't care what they add up to; and you think, "Damn fat beef!' " "Why, Billy? why. Billy?' " "None of it means a damn, with- : out you're there," he told her. "Working cattle doesn't mean any thing, because you'll always nave all the cattle you need anyway; and no long trail means anything, with out you're at the end of it. I'm sick of long drive-trails, empty of you at the end." There was a long, motionless si lence; he kept his eyes on the far sand hills as presently she leaned forward to look up into his face. j "Yuu really mean it, don't you?" j Jody said. Jody's words came very faint, and a little breathless. "Why di-ln't you say so before?" He looked at her then, and she [ wasn't laughing. In her eyes was a new, grave light, such as lie had never seen; a warm light, a beloved light, better than sunset to a weary ! day-rider who has worked leather since before dawn. Timorously, but ! very willingly, she came into his arms; and he held her as if she were not only a very precious but a very ' fragile thing. For a little while it seemed that one trail, a trail longer than the Long Trail itself, had come to its end. "Can't believe," he said at last, his lips in her hair, "you're sure enough mine." "All yours ? all, alll" They had one hour, there in the prairie lookout tower, discovering each other, getting acquainted as if for the first time. The sun went down in a gorgeous welter of color. Jody shivered a little. "I wish Dad and Dusty would come. Espe cially Dusty." "Why?" "He has so many enemies. Some of them are dangerous as diamond backs. It worries me when he's due and doesn't get back." "Dusty'll take care of himself." Bill Roper chuckled, and held her closer. One half hour more . . . Up from the town came a crazily ridden horse, splashing mud eaves high under the urge of spur and quirt. "He'll lame his pony if he goes down in that slick," Bill commented. "Now what do you suppose ? " The rider tried to pull up in front of the house, and the frantic pony swerved and slid, mouth wide open to the sky. Its shoulder crashed the fence, taking down a dozen feet of pickets. The rider tumbled off. ran up the steps to hammer on the door. Roper went clattering down the stairs, pulled open the door. "Now listen, you ? " "Bill? Dusty ? Mr. King? he ? " Bill Roper froze, and there was a long moment of paralyzed silence. "Spit it out, man!" Roper shouted at him. "Bill? he's daid!" "Who ? who ? " "Dusty King's daid! Bill, they gunned him ? they gunned him down!" "Who did?" "Taint known. Mr. Gordon'* there; he ? " Bill Roper walked out past the cowboy stiffly, like 8 man gone blind. Without knowing what he did he walked down to the gate, and stood gripping the pickets with his two hands. ITO BE COHTIM ED) IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL SUNDAY I chool Lesson By IIAROI.D L LUNOQITIST. D. D. Dean of The Moody Bible Institute of Chic -ko. (Released bv Western Newspaper Union.) Lesson for August 3 Lrvsu?> subjects and Scripture te?ta k lectrd and copyrighted by Intcroation.il Council <?f Religious Education: used by permission. PAIL PREACHKS FAITH IN CHRIST LESSON TEXT ? Romans 3:11-31: #;1. *? GOLDEN TEXT? As It Is written. The Just ?hull live by faith.? Romans 1:1T. Justification by faith is a doctrine which lies at the very heart of the gospel. It provides the answer to man's age-old question, "What must I do to be saved?" (Acts 16:30). "This was a question with which Paul had himself grappled, and for years he had sought salvation in the traditional Jewish way. Then one day he met Christ and he under went a spiritual transformation through faith in Him, apart from the works of the law. Because of that experience, and because oi the divine revelations made to him, he was able to show others how to be saved and how to live a life of vic tory'-" (Olmstead). I. Haw Can God Be Just and Justify Sinners? (Rom. 3:21-31). The portion of Romans just pre ceding our lesson is devoted to a devastating treatment of man's sin fulness. bringing him face to tace with the question, "What can I do about it?" The answer has a hope less ring to it. 1. Man has no righteousness of his own, and cannot by any of his own works save himself. "He has tried many ways, in every age, but no human being, or groups of men or women, have ever devised any scheme, have ever conceived of any ritual, have ever established any re- | ligion by their own efforts, through which peace with God has been | found." (Wilbur M. Smith). 2. Christ paid the penalty for man's sin by His own blood. How j clearly verse 25 declares the sacri- , fieial death of Christ to provide a covering of blood (the real meaning of "propitiation") which will enable a just God to forgive the sinner that , believes in Christ (v. 22). Why not j receive it in all its grace and power, not trying to explain it away or to evade its requirements? Why at tempt to provide some other means of salvation when we know that "without the shedding of blood is no remission" of sin (Heb. 9:22)? 3. Man receives salvation by j grace through faith, apart from | works. Man can only be "justified j freely by his grace" (v. 24). It is for "them that believe" (v. 22), it is "through faith" (vv. 25, 26) and, note with care, "man is justified by faith apart from the works of the law" (v. 28). Thus God establishes the law (v. 31) and yet becomes the righteous justifier of a repentant be lieving sinner. II. What Happens When a Man Is Justified? (Rom. 5:1, 2). These verses sound like the uplift ing music of a mighty organ, with the celestial choirs joining in to sing. 'Therefore being justified by faith, *e have" ? What? Oh many pre cious possessions, three of which are here mentioned. 1. "Peace With God." "Through our Lord Jesus Christ" the barrier of sin with all its mali cious enmity has been broken down and the believer is at peace with God. What could be more wonder ful than thus to be really "in tune with the Infinite"? That is some thing, by the way, which can only Be true of the believer, one who has both peace with God and the peaco of God flooding his soul. Every sin ner who covets that experience mar nave it ? now ? by faith in Christ. 2. Standing in Grace. "To stand in grace is to occupy the position wherein love is able to carry out its desires. To stand in grace is to come into such relation ship with the Lord that He may do that thing that is in His heart, the thing which His love prompts. To stand in favor is to be unafraid. It is to be able to pass into the presence of One of whom we ere unafraid, and kr.ow that there will be w^come." (G. Campbell Morgan). 3. Rejoicing in Hope. The world is sorrowful (or it has lost hope, but the believer rejoices "in hope of the glory of God" (v. 2). The Christian has the forward look. His future is as bright as the promises of God. He knows that h? will one day see the glory of God revealed in all His holiness, power, love and grace. Even now the be liever has that hope in his heart, and lives a rejoicing life (or should do so!). It's a great thing to b? saved! There's /Vo Doubt hut McTavish Ashed for It Sharp received a letter from his friend McTavish which bore r.o stamp, and he had to pay t ie post age. The letter concluded: "You will be delighted to he?r 1 am enjoying the best of health, old chap. ? Yours. McTavish." Sharp pondered over tins for i time, then he secured a largt stone, wrapped it. addressed and sent it express collect to his friend McTavish. 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