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King s adopted sun. found out that he had been shot down by Tr "rpe and two aide*. Aiialnst the strong opposition of hU partner. Lew C.ordon. Bill decided to start a cattle war In Texas analr.st Thorpe. Before leaving Bill went to tell his sweetheart, pretty Judy Gordon, about his plans. CHAPTER V? Continued Bill glanced at Jody, and her star tled face was very lovely, high-light ed bv the little fire. He laced his hand' together to stop their shaking. ?Tonight I told you father what I m p.oing to do. My idea is to gi^e Thorpe his own medicine, and force it down him until he's finished; a wild bunch of our own, tougher than his, made up of men that hate him to the ground." "And then??" "Raid and counter-raid, and what he's taken, take back! Until his credit busts, and his varmint"! drop from around him, and he's just one man, so that another man can walk against him with a six-gun,^ and know that when that's done he's fin ished for sure . . ." "Bill, are you crazy? You can t ? you can't ? " His voice was bleak; it could hard ly be heard. lie was looking at his hands. "We've talked too many years of what couldn't be done, or how. Until now, Dusty's out there tonight, under that stone pile ? and still nothing to be done. I reckon it's my turn to ride, now." "But? all his outfits? his sheriffs, his men ? " "They'll quit, as he breaks. I'm going after Cleve Tanner first, ir. the Big Bend; and when I'm through with him, Thorpe won't be able to throw a feeder herd on the trail. Then Walk Lasham, in the north, where they're already hurt for lack of the Crying Wolf ? until ? " His words were monotoned, but Jody Gordon, bred and born to the gaunt Texan plains, knew what a wild bunch was, and what it meant to go against Ben Thorpe by his own means. There seemed 10 be nc breath in Jody's voice. "I'm spposed to wait around, and think well of you, while you gang with the wild bunch in a crazy, useless feud that you can't win?" In the uncertain light of the fire Bill Roper's eyes could not be seen; his face was a mask painted by the embers. He found nothing that he could say. Suddenly Jody flared up. Her eyes blazed, and her hair streamed back from her face as she sat up, as if she rode in the wind. "You can't, you can't! I won't let you? it isn't fair, nor right, nor decent ? " "It's what I have to do." Jody stopped as if she had been struck. When she spoke again her voice was low and even, and so stony hard that he would not have recognized it. "I don't believe you. I think to morrow you'll be telling me that all this isn't so. But if you do mean it if you go on and do as you say ?then you and I are through, and I don't want to see you again, or hear your voice. We ? we had ev erything; and you're throwing it all away . . The firelight caught the glint of her tears, and she turned away, head up. with a toss of her hair so that its brown mist hid her face from him. Bill didn't say anything. He had turned gray-faced, and he stared into the toals. Presently, he thought of Dry Camp's story: "Seemed like he'd never fall . . Roper got up silently, and went out of the house. Lew Gordon was playing solitaire when Bill Roper got back to the little shack by the loading pens. Roper took oft his hat, tossed it aside, and sat down. "We can just as well figure up the terms of the split." "What did Jody say?" "She's quitting me. Lew." "What the devil else can you ex pect her to do, if you go on with this wild, stubborn ? " "I couldn't expect anything else." Lew Gordon looked baffled; obvi ously he had counted on Jody to turn back Bill Roper. "You ready to draw up the terms?" "Hardly seems it can be done in a minute. It'll take a few days to?" "I'm leaving in the morning. My terms are few and simple. You W. H.U. Release | can work out the details uny way that suits yourself." "Let's hear your idea of it." "I don't figure to take m ch with me," Koper said. "But there arc some things I need. First thing. I want seven of our camps in Texas." Lew Gordon stared at the table, picked up a pencil, fidgeted with it. "Which ones?'' '"I want the Pot Hook camp; and the winter camp of the Three Bar, and the southwest outpost of the old Bar-Circle. I want two of the border camps: Willow Crick will do for one, and the Dry Saddle Cross ing will do for the other. I want the new Bull Wagon camp, and the K-G horse ranch at Stillwater." "The brands sw pnine to be ter rible mixed up." Gordon said. "I'm only taking such cattle as are running under odd brands; all our regular brands stay with you. I've placed my camps so that your stock can be worked as before. Except maybe the Pot Hook, and we'll come to some special deal ? " Gordon threw his pencil down. "You're not getting anything out of this that anybody can use," he de clared. "I think I'll know how to use it. Later on I'll send you a list of the northern camps I want; they'll amount to about the same as the ones I want in Texas." "It sure sounds to me like you're wanting me to buy you out in cash," Gordon said. "And if that's what's "The brands are going to be ter rible mixed up," Gordon said. in your mind ? I can't do it. Bill. There just ain't the money." "There won't be any trouble about that. In Texas I may need up to fifty thousand dollars; but I don't have to have it all at once. It'll work out easy enough, Lew." Even the rough provisional terms that they were noting here provided innumerable complications. In the next few hours, as they worked it out, many a consideration came up that Bill Roper hadn't thought of. It was near morning before Roper left to seek out Dry Camp Pierce to complete his plans. CHAPTER VI Bill Roper headed south shortly after sunrise. Today Dry Camp would be going east by railroad, beginning the long roundabout way which would bring him to Texas long before Bill. With his camps as a secure base, Pierce was to begin the missionary work which would lay the foundations for Bill Roper's wild bunch. Lew Gordon had shaken hands with him gravely at his departure; an uncomfortable job for Bill, which he was glad to get over with. But Jody Gordon ? he had not seen her again at all. He was thinking of her now as she had flared up at him the night before, warlike as a little ea gle, but very lovely still, with the fire in her eyes. Watchful always, he knew when, two miles off, a horseman dropped from a lookout just at the crest of a rise; and he knew that the rider had seen him and was moving to in tercept his trail. He did not have so long to wait as he had thought. No more than ten minutes had passed when the unknown rider came dusting around the shoulder of a sand hill and head ed toward him at the dead run. Rop er turned his horse broadside to the approach and waited. The rider was Jody Gordon. She appeared to hnve taken to the saddle in a hurry, for she wasn't wearing chaps, or anything else she should have been riding in. What distance she had come she had come fast, for her pony's flnnks weie heaving. ? , "You sure punish that horse, lie said. "I've got no call to *ave him. I'm not going any place." There was a little silence, awk ward for Bill Roper, as she sat and looked at him. The lower lids of her eyes were violet, so that he knew she hod not slept; but he could not read her faintly smoky eyes. She was more pale than he had ever seen her. and the passivity of her face made her look like a little girl again. "Sure sorry." he said, "that I didn't get to soy good-by to you. Didn't seem like you were any place around." For a sccond or two the familiar twinkle seemed about to come into her eyes. "Did you hunt real hard?" "Well ? maybe I didn't. I guess it kind of seemed like we'd already said everything there was to be said." "Maybe." she Mid slowly, "I didn't say everything I ought to have said. I want you to know this: 'When you ride out of my life there isn't going to be anything left in it.'" Her face liad even less color than before. "What did you say to my father?" "What did he tell you I said?" "That I ? quit you." "Well ? didn't you?" "Don't you know," she said craz ily, "I wouldn't ever do ihat?" He was silent, his eyes on his buckskin gloves as he adjusted his rope, the buckle of his rifle boot. "I don't care anything about King Gordon." Jody said. "I don't care whether you stay in King-Gordon, or get out, or where you go, or what you do. I'd go with you if you wanted me to go; and if you don't know that you don't know anything at all!" "Jody ? you mean that?" "In King-Gordon you were on the way to big tilings. But I don't care anything about that. Let the break-up with my father go through. Quit Kiiig-Gordon without two bits to your name. Take the least out post camp there is under the brand, and let him have the rest. I'll go with you, and stay with you; and I'll help you in every way I can to build something of our own." He wanted to say something, any thing; but he found he could not speak at all. Jody said, almost hysterically, "Aren't you ever going to say any thing?" Bill Roper mumbled to his saddle horn, "Didn't know you felt that way . . . Wouldn't ever be any call ? any reason ? for you to let go all holts like that." She was leaning toward him now, her voice gentle, coaxing, very ten der. "Our own little old outfit ? any outfit, any place ? don't you see what a happy place we could make that be? A place where we could plant trees near the water, and watch them grow into big trees; and we'd be there together ? " Roper shot a quick glance at Jo dy, and immediately sent his eyes away again, as far as they could reach. If he had looked at her again, perhaps he would have kicked his pony stirrup to stirrup with hers and picked her out of the saddle, and kissed her mouth, and kept her close to him ? then, and forever. But he sat motionless on his waiting pony. "Look," he said at last ? "Look ? if you mean that, come with me. Come with me, now." He could hardly hear her as she said, "Don't you think you ought to tell me where you're going?" "Dry Camp Pierce is on his way, by a quicker way than mine is. If he don't fall down there'll be the start of a wild bunch waiting for me when I land in the Big Bend Coun try. I figure to take that bunch, and build to it, and add on. After that ? well, you know what comes after that." "And now, you're asking me to swing with that?" "Jody, I've already told you what I've got to do." The silence stretched out until you could have hung a saddle on it, and this time Bill's eyes were on Jody, and hers were on the saddle horn. Slowly she shook her head. After a minute he said, "I guess that settles it, doesn't it?" "I guess it does." Her face seemed blind, and she was like a ghost of Jody Gordon. Suddenly Bill Roper knew that if he did not take the trail he had chosen now, he would never take it at all. "You sure, Jody? You won't come?" Again she shook her head. A long, loose end of Bill's rope was in hi3 hand, though he never remembered taking it down. Hardly knowing what he did, he struck the spurs into the buckskin pony. The snap of the rope's end knocked a fly ing gout of fur from the rump of the black pack mule, and they were on the trail ? the long trail, the dry trail, the trail of a hopeless war. (TO BE CONTINUED) Traveler llml Route \fup for All II ho H oiihl to The man sat still : the fortune teller vend his palm. 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