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By RICHARD HILL = W ILK IHSON = Illustr ated by Henrietta McCaig Starrett THOROUGHBRED Cowboy Bill Knew as Many Tricks About Love as the Visitors on His Dude Ranch him. a 50b catching in her throat, glad that he was near, wanting him. Bill Stevens lilted her to her feet He held her off, staring at her soberly, a faint derision masking his features. “Well,” he said harshly. ”1 suppose now you're satisfied. You should be. You succeeded in proving yourself a first-rate idiot by not heeding my warn ing. You’ve shown yourself as a silly, empty-headed little flirt, and you darned near cost me my job by foolishly getting lost when I was responsible for your safety.” "DACK at the ranch Carole packed her -*-* bags. Tomorrow she would ask Jim 1 Yancey to drive her to town in time to catch the first train going East. It would be easy to forget. She had made a fool of herself, but now that was over. Bill Stevens had proved despicable. Discovery of his plan to frighten her and her friends had sick ened her. Memory of his tryst with May Carlton provoked no feelings now but contempt. She hated him. Hesitating before her mirror, she considered the green, shimmering crepe gown she had bought before coming West. It was smart and startling and had never been worn. Why not appear in it on this last night? she thought. Why not make the act her last gesture of defiance toward Bill Stevens and all that he represented? Bill Stevens wasn’t in the dining room. Carole lingered over her coffee, but he didn’t appear. So at last she rose and stepped out on to the terrace. A million stars twinkled overhead. The eastern horizon was flushed with the silvery heralds of a rising moon. A step sounded behind her. She whirled. “You look more natural in that dress," Bill Stevens said. “It does some thing to you. Overalls and flannel shirt don’t become your temperament.” “Indeed! Aren’t you being a trifle familiar in offering your compliments to a guest, cowboy?” “Perhaps,” said Bill. He came closer. “It was a dirty trick. I’m sorry. I thought you wanted a thrill, and that was my idea ’* “A very crude idea, Mr. Stevens.” "I made the mistake of thinking you were like that crowd you travel with." “My crowd? What’s the matter with them?” “Well, they’re different. Or you are, perhaps. They’re the sort of people that would a girl like you a bad reputation. You take the lot of r.N*n# * there’s *not a decent man or woman In found her friends there, sprawled com- L fortablv in the sun. playboy, sat bolt upright and stared. tion not to give up the comfort of Jr Mr''ll jJBMoiMPP*' 0; wtf 1 § H • y wj K / jHpv ' 4'mKff jPl£jdfl| Bijfi Bhe. 1«• • ' W&x i&lMBr V |p® m, MM HhL Jm%' it. • CAROLE surveyed herself In the full length mirror and her pretty mouth pursed Itself Into a gesture of distaste. She was wearing a gray flannel man’s shirt, a pair of men's blue jeans held up at the waist by a broad, brass-stud ded belt and men's high-heeled cowboy riding boots. She didn't like the reflection the mir ror gave back. Behind her she could see into the open door of her closet. Two smart and up-to-the-minute rid ing habits hung there. There was a full rack of lalest-mode gowns and frocks and suits and sport costumes. She eyed them wistfully, sighed, then resolutely tossed her head. “It’ll be worth it," she thought “There never was a man like Bill Ste vens. There never was anything in this world that I wanted more than his love." Bill Stevens was foreman of the Silver Moon Dude Ranch, where Carole was summering with a party of Eastern friends. He was tall and bronzed and handsome. He had a quiet assurance about him. He had a strength of char acter and an honesty of expression that marked him as different from the men Carole had been used to. Casually she had asked questions r and learned that he had a Harvard degree, but he liked ranching better than city life and possessed a yen for books. Bill was different and she loved him. She knew it before she had been at the ranch a week. And then Carole got the shock of her young life. Bill Stevens made it clear that he regarded her exactly as he did all the other dudes on the ranch. That regard was characterized by a certain reserve and seldom-betrayed contempt for Easterners who had too much money to spend and were never quite satisfied with the results they got from spending it It made her furious. Bill Stevens was the first thing she had ever wanted that she wasn't able to have. She tried humiliating him by treating him like a common servant She tried flirt ing. She tried patronage, adoration, flattery. But all the devices failed. In desperation Calore resorted to one final attempt —that of making herself over into the &pe of woman Bill Stevens and all Western men admire. He f first move was. to dress the part. RESISTING an urge to freshen her cnmnlptinn irlfh ensmat.loc
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