The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1920-03-27

FAN Right; I'll Take You to Him."
power OF the damnedest villain that
ever went unhung. mean Blackwell.
Let him chew on that proposition
while and see what he makes OF It."
She nodded. white TO the lips. Let
us so at once. please" She called
across to the corral: Manuel. saddle
the pinto for me. Hurry"
They rode together through the
wind-swept sunlit land. From time to
time his lazy glance embraced her. a
/ supple. graceful creature, at perfect
ease In the saddle. What was IL about
her that drew the eye so irresistibly?
Prettier girls he had often seen. Her
features were Irregular, mouth and
nose too large. face a little thin. Her
contour lacked the softness, the allure
that I'm some women was an uncon-
scIous invitation 10 cuddle. Tough as
whipcori she might be. but I'm her
there flowed life vital and strong;
dwelt a spirit brave and unconQuer-
able. She seemed to him as little subtle
as any woman he had ever met This
directness came no doubt from living
so far from feminine influences. But
he had feeling that II a man once
Weakened her love. the instinct OF sex
would spring full-grown into being.
Luck lay stretched full length on a
bunk, his face TO the roof, wreath
Of smoke from his cigar travelling slow
ly toward the ceiling into a filmy blue
cloud which hung above him. He
looked the personlflcation of vigorous
full-blooded manhood at ease.
BY the table. facing him squarely,
sat Jose Dominguez, neatly built
Mexican with swapping black eyes. a
manner of pleasant suavity and an
ever-ready smile that displayed dou-
BILE row OF shining white teeth. That
smile did not for an instant deceive
Luck. He knew that Jose had no
grudge against him. that he WAS very
respectable citizen. and that he would
regretfully shoot him full OF holes IL
occasion called for so drastic a ter
mlnation to their acquaintance. For
DomInguez had third interest In the
G. #. ranch and he was the last man In
the world TO sacrifice his business for
sentiment. Having put the savings of
lifetime into the sheep business, he
did not propose to let anybody deprive
him of his profits. either legally or
Illegally.
The tinkle OF hoofs from the river
bed In the gulch below rose through
the clear air. The Mexican moved
swiftly to the door and presently
waved handkerchief.
"what gent are you wig-wagglng to
nowf" Luck asked from the bed.
Thought knew all you bold bad ban
dts by this time. Or is II Cass back
againT
Eyes. It's Cass. There's some one
with him, too. II Is a woman" the
Mexican discovered In apparent sur
prise.
~ womanl' Luck took the cigar
from his mouth In vague unense.
"What Is he doing here with wom-
anr
The Mexican smiled behind his open
hand "Your question anticipates mine.
senior. too ask the same"
The sight OF his daughter in the
doorway went through the cattleman
with a chilling shock. She ran for
ward and with a pathetic cry OF JOY
threw herself upon him where he
stood. His hands were tied behind
him. Only by the turn OF his head
could he answer her caresses. There
was look OF Ineffable tenderness on
his face, f6r he loved her more than
anything else on earth.
"Mr. FendrIck brought me-" she ex-
planned. when articulate expression
was possible, t
"Ie brought you. did he7" Luck
looked across her shoulder at his en-
envy. and his eyes grew hard as jade.
"of my own free WILL" she added.
Il promised you q better argument
tsnn those I'd given you. Miss Cullison
Is that argument. Fendrick said.
The cattleman's set face had look
more deadly than words. II told Fen
orick he would gladly have killed him
where he stood. For Luck knew he
was cornered and must yield. Neither
pominguez nor Blackwell would con-
sent to let her leave otherwise.
You've played a rotten trick on me,
Fendrick- ! wouldn't have thought n
even OF : sheepmsn-
NO use you xetuns crazy with tho
heat CuIIison. Your daughter asked
me 10 bring her here and I brought
her. OF course Tim MOI roins IA brs>h