The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1916-10-19

AS swiftly as was consistent with a
care for his steed. Duane put dis
lance of fifteen or eighteen miles
behind him. He passed several
ranches. and was seen by men. This
trail across country. II was a fat
region with n poor growth of mesquite
and pricssly-pear cactus. Occasionally
he caught a glimpse of low hills in the
distance. He had hunted often In that
section. and knew where to find grass
and water When he reached this
higher ground he did not, however.
halt at the first favorable camping
spot, but went on and on.
At last he found secluded spot. un-
der cover of thick mosquitoes and oaks,
at a goodly distance from the old trail.
He took saddle and pack off the horse,
made small Ere. prepared and ate his
supper. This done. ending the work
of that day, he sat down and filled his
pipe. When night set in and the
place seemed all the more isolated and
lonely for that Duane had a sense of
relief.
1t dawned upon him all at once that
he was nervous, watehful, sleepless.
The fact caused him surprise, and he
began TO think back. to take note OF
his late actions and their motives. The
change one day had wrought amazed
him. He who had always been free,
easy, happy, especially when out alone
In tho oman hod haoorno In n foxu short
hours bound. serious. preoccupied. He
felt tired, yet had no inclination to
rest. He intended to be off by dawn,
heading, toward the southwest. Had
he a destination? 1t was vague as his
knowledge of that great waste OF
mesquite and rock bordering the Ric
Grande. Somewhere out there was q
refuge. For he was a fugitive from
| justice, an outlaw.
This being an outlaw then meant
eternal vigilance. No home. no rest
no sleep, no content, no life worth the
living He must be lone wolf or he
must herd among men obnoxious tC
him. If he worked for an honest liv
ing, he still must hide his identity anC
take risks of detection. If he did moi
work on some distant, outlying ranch
how was he TO live? The idea OF
stealing was repugnant to him. The
future seemed gray and sombei
years old.
But what was the matter with tn,
light of his campfire? 1t had taken oil
a strange green luster and seemed t.
be waving Off into the outer shadows
Duane heard no step, saw no move
ment; nevertheless, there was anothe
present at that campfire vigil. Duan
saw him. He lay there in the middl
of the green brightness, PROSTATE, me
tionless, dying. Cal Bainl
That haunting visitation left Duan
sitting there in cold sweat, remors
gnawing at his vitals. realizing tn
curse that was N him. He divine
that never would he be able to keep Of
that phantom. He remembered hoy
his father had been eternally pursue
by furies of accusing guilt, how he ha
never been able to forget in work O
in sleep those men he had killed.
The hour was late when Duane
mind let him sleep, and then dream
troubled him. In the morning he b'
stirred himself so early that in th
gray gloom he had difficulty in findin
his horse. Day had just broken whe
he struck the old trail again.
He rode hard all morning and halle
in a shady spot to rest and Craze hi
horse. In the afternoon he took to ii
trail at an easy trot. The countr
grew wilder. Bald, rugged mountain
! broke the level of the monotonous h
rizon. About three in the afternoon
came to a little river which marke
the boundary line of his hunting teri
tory and followed 1t upstream.
In this kind of travel and campir
: he spent three more days, during whiC
he crossed number of trails, and OF
: where cattle-stolen cattle, probably
had recently passed. He followed II
, road until a late hour. when, strikir
the willow brakes again and hence Il