Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-12-06

bulge OF dark mountain, and now the
| valley was flooded with mellow light,
| and shadows Of cottonwoods wavered
| against the silver
| Suddenly the clip-clop, clip-c7op Of
hOofs caused Duane to raise his head
| and listen. Horses were coming down
the road from the head of the valley.
| The hour was unusual for riders to
come in. Presently the narrow, noon
lit lane was crossed at it's far end by
black moving objects. Two horses
Duane Niscerned.
"It's Bland !" whispered the woman,
| grasping Duane with shaking hands.
| "You must run! No, he'd see you.
That d be worse. It's Bland! know
his horses trot."
Then she dragged Duane to the door,
pushed him in.
"Euchre, come out with me! Duane,
you stay with the girl! I'll tell Bland
you're in love with her. Jen, If you
give us away I'll wiring your neck"
The swift action and fierce whisper
told Duane that Mrs. Bland was her
self again. Duane stepped close to
Jennie, who stood near the window.
Neither spoke, but her hands were
outstretched to meet his own. They
were small, trembling hands, cold as
ice. He held them close, trying to
convey what he felt-that he would
protect her. She leaned against him,
and they looked out Of the window.
Duane saw the riders dismount down
the lane and YEARLY come forward. A
boy led away the horses. Euchre, the
old fox, was talking loud and with
remarkable ease, considering what he
claimed his natural cowardice.
The approaching outlaws, hearing
voices, halted rod or SO from the
porch. Then Mrs. Bland uttered an
exclamation, ostensibly meant to ex-
press surprise, and hurried out to meet
them. She greeted her husband warm
~ and gave welcome to the other man.
Duane could not see well enough in
the shadow to recognize BANDS COM
panion, but he believed it was Allo-
way.
''Dog-tired we are and starved" said
Bland, heavily. "Who's here with
your
''That's Euchre on the porch. Duane
is inside at the window with Jen,"
replied Mrs. Bland.
''Duane!' he exclaimed. Then he
whispered low something Duane
could not catch.
"Why, I asked him to come" said
the chiefs wife. She spoke easily and
naturally and made no change in tone.
"Jen has been ailing. She gets thin
ner and whittier every day. Duane
came here one day with Euchre, saw
Jen, and went looney over her pretty
face, same as all you men. So I let
him GOMEZ
Bland cursed low and deep under his
breath. The older man made violent
action of some kind and apparently
was quieted by a restraining hand.
Then he led the way to the porch,
his spurs blinking, the weapons he was
carrying rafting, and he Topped down
on bench.
"How are you, boss?" asked Euchre.
Hello, old man. I'm well, but all
in"
Alloway slowly walked on to the
porch and leaned against the rail. He
answered Euchre's greeting with
nod. Then lie stood there a dark,
silent figure.
Mrs. BANDS full voice in eager
questioning had tendency to ease the
situation. Bland replied briefly to her,
reporting remarkably successful trip.
Duane thought it was time to show
himself. He had feeling that Bland
and Alloway would let him go for the
moment. They were plainly non
plused, and Alloway seemed sullen,
brooding.
Jennie" whispered Duane, "that
was clever of Mrs. Bland. Wen keep
up the deception. Any day now be
ready!"
She pressed close to him, and a
barely audible Hurry came breath
ing into his ear.
"Good night, Jennie" he said, aloud.
'Hope you feel better tomorrow"
Then he stepped out into the moon
light and spoke. Bland returned the
greeting, and, though he was not
he did not show resentment.
"Met Jasper as I rode in," said
Bland, presently. "He told me you
made Bill Black mad, and there's liable
to be fight. What did you go off the
handle about?"
Duane explained the incident. I'm
sorry I happened to be there" he went
on. 1T wasn't my business"
"Scurvy trick that ID been," NUT
tered Bland. "You did right. All the
same, Duane, want you to stop
quarreling with my men. If you were
one of us-that d be different. can't
keep my men from fighting. But I'm
not called on to let an outsider hang
around my camp and plug my rus
tiers"
II guess I'll have to be hitting the
trail for somewhere" said Duane.
"Why not Join my band? You've
got bad start already, Duane, and If
I know this border you'll never be a
citizen again. You're a
born killer"
"But I'm no gun-aghter," protested
Duane. circumstances made me"
mo doubt. interrupted Bland, with
4 laugh. circumstances made me
rustler. You don't know yourself.