Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1917-06-09
CHAPTER va.
A Ranaer,s Horse.

Onward through the dense foliage
the two friends wound. Now aid
then they stopped to listen, but the
rain was heavy enough to drown all
other noises. EncOuntering fresh
tracks finally, Dave leaned from his
saddle and studied them. He had
gone perhaps half mile when Bessie
Belle raised her head, and he noted
that her nostrils were working sensi-
lively. Law fancled that he could de-
tect the smell of q wood fire. Farther
along they came to place where the
brush was low, and there, rising
through the treetops beyond, he saw
wavering plume of blue smoke
The Ranger rode into sight OF the
branding fire with his repeater
across his saddle horn and his thumb
upon the hammer; what followed
came with almost the binding sud-
denness of a lightning crash. First
there was the picture Of a" SANDY glade.
in the center Of which burned a fire
with branding irons in It, and a spot
ted calf tied to q tree. but otherwise
no sign Of life. Then. without warm
ing. Bessie Belle threw up her head
in that characteristic trick Of hers, and
simultaneously Dave saw q figure rise
out of the grass at his left with a
rifle leveled. With the first jerk of
his horses head his own gun had
leaped to his shOulder-he was not
conscious Of having wllled it to do
s0-and even as he pressed the t~ig-
ger he felt Bessie Belle give way The
next instant his feet, still ia the stir
rups, We're on the ground and his
horse lay between them, modouless.
That nervous fling of her head had
saved Dawes life, for the rustler's
bullet had shattered her skull In its
flight, and she lay prone. with scarcely
a muscular twltch, so sudden had been
her end.
For u moment the Ranger was
dazed. He stood staring down at his
pet; then the truth engulfed him. He
realized that he had ridden her TO
her death, and at the thought he be-
came Ike a woman bereft of her
child, like a lover who had seen his
sweetheart slain.
A shout-it was a hoarse. inarticu-
late cry; swift maddened scrutiny
that searched the sodden scene of the
ambush; then he was down beside the
mare, calling her name hcartbrokeuly,
his arms around her neck. his face
against her warm, wet, velvet hide.
Law knew that two men had en-
tered the thicket, and therefore one
still remained to be reckoned with,
but he gave no thought to that. From
the corner Of his eye he could see a
pair Of bootsoles staring at him out
Of the grass, and they told him there
was not need for investigation. Near
the body he heard the calf stirring, but
he let it struggle.
Bessie Bellies bright eyes were glaz-
ing; she did not hear her lovers
voice. Don Ricardo and his son burst
out of the brush from opposite direc-
tons almost at the same moment, to
find the Ranger with his face buried
ia his horses name.
"Carambal What is this?" The old
man flung himself from the saddle
and came running. you are injured|
Pedro too, bent over the officer, his
brown face pale with apprehension.
Mother of Coo" breathed the latter.
ut was a wild thing to do, to ride
alone"
I'm all right" Law said. rising
stifHy, whereupon both Mexicans
voiced their relief.
1.-THE saints be praised 80
"Si! What happened2 There was
a shot Did you see nothIng?'
Law jerlyed his head in the dlrec-
ton Of the fallen man at his back aud
Pedro uttered loud cry
Look Z" Father and son ran through
the grass, then recoiled and broke
inro a jargon of oaths and exclama-
tlons.
Fright in the mouth. The fellow
was in death before be realized It.
"See It is as we thought, Pedro
one Of Lewis Use Use! Use
What a sight,"
"Who is he?" queried tbs officer.
''Pino Cara. one Of the worst"'
ehimed the two CUzmans.
Ricardo was dancing In his excite
ment. Il told you that Lewis knew
something The other one got last
me-, but I cannot shoot hke-this'
Il was difficult 10 secure & connected
story from Riear1o, bot Ne finally