The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1918-02-28

control, and he was thinking. thinking.
The silence came creeping in on the
heels OF the faint, interrupted sound
of their voices. Ward took a long
breath, discovered that he was grip
ping his gun as though his life depend
ed on hanging to 1t and rubbed his
numbed fingers absently After a min
ute OF 81 he mounted and rode down
to the corral.
Five dry cows and two steers snort
ed at his approach and crowded against
the farther rails. Ward gave Rather
a touch Of the spurs, rode close to the
fence and stood in his stirrups while
he studied the bunch.
Heir he said when the inspection
was over and dropped back into the
saddle while he gazed ~unseeingly at
the canyon wall. 1t was a very real
hell that his mind saw-a hell made
by men wherein other mel must dwell
in torment because Of their sins or the
sins of their fellows.
Seabeck's brand was q big v, a bad
brand to own, since. 1t favors revision
at the hands of the INSCRIPTIONS.
These cattle were Seabeck cattle, and
their brand had been altered. For the
right slant of the V had been extended
a little and eurled into a 6, so that I'm
time the brand would stand casual In
spection as a Y6 monogram-Ward's
own brand. The work was crude, pur-
posefully crude. The V had not been
returned enough to make 1t look fresh.
and the newly scared 6 had been add
ed with a malevolent pressure that
would make 1t stand out a fresh brand
for a long time in case of a delay in
the proceedings, as Ward knew per-
fectly well.
So he sat there and looked over the
fence and saw himself a convicted
'rustler." There was the evidence all
ready to damn him utterly before a
jury. They would be turned loose on
the range neal his claim, and they
would be found before the scabs had
haired over. It was a good time for
rustling. Roundups were over for the
winter, and the weather would confine
range riding to absolute necessity.
OF course the work was coarse-so
coarse as to reflect against his intelli-
gence-but when brands are worked
over and the culprit has been caught
the law is not too careful to give the
prisoner credit for brains.
Ward stared at the altered brands
and wondered what he had best do.
He bethought him that perhaps it
would be as well to put a little scenery
between himself and that particular
locality, and he started back up the
hill. Once he pulled up as IL he would
go back, but he thought better of 1t.
Ii was out of the question to turn
those cattle loose. He could not kill
them and dispose of the bodies, not
when there were seven of them. He
might go down and blotch the brands
so that they would not read anything
at all. He had thought of that before
and decided against it. That would
put those three on their guard and
would probably not benefit him In the
long run. They would work the brands
on other cattle.
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and let Rather choose his own trail
up the hill. Though he did not know
ii, trouble had caught Billy Louise in
that same place and had sent her for
ward with dropping shoulders and a
mind so absorbed that she ave NJ at
tention to her horse. But that is mere
ly a trihing coincidence. The thing he
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Gated than Billy Louise's problem.
Should he go straight to Seabeck and
tell him what he had found out? He
did not know Seabeck, except as he
had met him nee or twice ON the trail
and exchanged trivial greetings and a
few words about the weather. Besides,
Seabeck would very oon find out
There 1t stood at his shoulder. grin
ming at hinf malevolently-his past. 1t
tied his hands. Buck Olney he could
deal with single handed, for Olney had
the fear of him hat is born OF a
guilty conscience. He could send Buck
lover the road" whenever he chose to
tell some things he knew. He could do
1t without any compunctions 90. Buck
Olney, the stock inspector, deserved no
mercy at Wards hands and would get
none If ever they met where Ward
would have a chance at him.
Olney he could deal with alone, but
with the evidence of those rebranded
cattle and the testimony of two men,
together with the damning testimony
of his past! Ward lifted his head and
stared heavily at the pine slope before
him. He could not go to Seabeck and
tell him anything. In the black hour
of that ride he could not think of any
thing that he could do that would
a V him.
And then quite suddenly in his des-
peration he decided upon something.
He laughed hardly, turned. Rather back
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