Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-03-12
CHAPTER XII.
A Good Samaritan.

Fendrick had guessed the exact
truth. After leaving him Kate had rid
den forward TO the canon and entered
1t. She did not mean to go much
farther, but she took her time. More
than once she slipped from under a
fold of her waist q letter and re-read
sentences of II. Whenever she did this
her eyes smiled For 1t was love let
ter from Curly. the first she had ever
had. 1t had been lying on the inner
edge OF the threshold of her bedroom
door that morning when she got up,
and she knew that her lover had risen
early to put Ii there unnoticed.
Family there came ia her wind
swept sound She pulled up and wait
ed, but no repetition of IL reached her
ears. But before her pony had moved
n dozen steps she stopped him again.
This time she was almost sure of far
cry, and after II the bark of re-
vOlver
With the touch Of rein she guided
her horse toward the sound. II might
mean nothing. On the other hand II
might be a call for help. Her shout
brought an answer which guided her
to the edge of prospect hole. In the
darkness she made out an indlstinct
figure
Water" husky voice demanded.
She got her canteen from the saddle
and dropped II to him. The man glued
his lips to the mouth as IL he could
never get enough.
'For Gods sake get me out Of here"
he pleaded piteously.
"How long have you been thereT
1.-TWO days. fell in at night whilst
was cutting across country"
Kate fastened her rope to the horn
OF the saddle, frightened the cinch care
fully, and dropped the other end To
horse and braced herself by resting
her full weight on the farther stirrup.
"Now," she told him.
The imprisoned man was dragged
over the edge with onecheek scratched
and bleeding.
might a-known you'd hurt me II
you moved so fast" he complained,
nursing his wounded face In such a
way as to hide II.
"rm sorry. did my best to go care
fully" the girl answered, stepping for
ward
His hand shot forward and caught
her wrist. Her startled eyes flashed
to his face. The man was the convict
Blackwell.
SCOT anything 10 eat with you. I'm
starving" he snapped.
Eyes. shot some quail. Let go my
hand"
He laughed evilly, without mirth.
Don't try any OF your sassy ways on
me. I'm wolf on the howl"
She fought and twisted till she was
worn out in her efforts to free herself.
Painting, she faced him.
LET me go, tell you"
For answer his open hand struck
her mouth. mot till you learn your
boss. Before I'm through with you n
squaw won't be half so tame as you."
He dragged her to the horse, took
from it's case the rifle that hung by
the saddle, and flung her from him
roughly Then he pulled himself to
the saddle.
March ahead OF me-" he ordered.
As soon as they had reached the bed
of the canon he called halt and 5ade
her light a fire and cook him the quail
She gathered ironwood and catclaw
while he watched her vigllantly. To-
gether they. roasted the birds by hold
ing them over the fire with sharpened
sticks thrust through the wings. He
devoured them with the voraclty OF
wild beast.
Hitherto his mind had been busy
with the immediate present, but now
his furtive shifting gaze rested On her
more thoughtfully. He dared not leave
her in the prospect hole. He was not
yet ready to do murder, for fear of
punishment. That was possibility to
be considered only II he should be