The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1923-01-04
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Ine urlver OF tnc Dig car tnrotlieu
down. Since he had swung away from
the dusty road to follow wagon
track across the desert, the speedom-
eter had registered many miles. His
eyes searched the ground In front to
see whether the track led UP the brow
Of the hill or dipped lnlo the sandy
wash.
On the breeze there fioated 10 him the
faint. insistent bawl OF thirsty cattle
The car leaped forward again, climbed
Of horses watched by two wranglers.
The chauffeur stopped the machine
and shouted a question at the nearest
rider. who swung his mount and cam
tered up. He was a lean. tanned youth
In overalls. jumper. wide sombrero.
high-heeled boots, and shiny leather
chaps. A girl In the tonneau appraised
with quick, enger eyes this horseman
OF the plains. Perhaps she found him
less picturesque than she had hoped
He was not there for moying-picture
purposes. Nothing on horse or man
held its place for any reason except
utility.
where's the round up." asked the
driver.
The coffee-brovn youth give little
lift Of his head to the right. He was
apparently man of few words.
The car moved forward to the edge
OF the mesa and dropped into the val
ley. The girl In the back seat gave
a little scream of delight. Here at last
was the West she had read about in
books and seen ON the screen.
This was Cattleland's hour Of hours.
The paradn grounds We're occupied by
two circles of cattle, each fenced by
eight or ten horsemen. The nearer
one was the beef herd. beyond this
and closer to the mouth of the canyon
from which they had all recently been
driven--was n mass of closely packed
cows and calves.
Several men were busy branding and
marking the calves dragged to them
from the herd by the horsemen who
were roplng the frightened little blat-
tiers.
With movement of her wrist the
girl opened the door and stepped down
from the car.
A man sitting beside the chauffeur
turned In his seat. You'd better stay
where you are. honey" lie had an
Idea that this was not exactly the
scene girl of seventeen ought to see
at close range
Il want to get the kinks out OF my
muscles, Dad" the girl called back.
'ill not go far"
She walked along ridge that ran
from the mesa into the valley iiI:e an
outstretched tongue. There was n
touch of unstudIcd iauntiness In the
way the tips of her golden curls es-
capped from beneath the little brown
toque she wore. A young man guard
ing the beef herd watched her curl.
ouSy. Something In the poise of the
light. boyish figure struck spark
from his Imagination.
As she stood on the spit of the ridge.
a slim, light figure silhouetted against
the skyline. the young man guarding
the beef herd calied something to her
that was lost In the bawIing of the
cattle. From the motion of his hand
she knew that he was telling her 10
get back TO the ear. But the girl saw
no reason for obeying the orders of n
range-rider she had never seen before
and never expected to see again. No.
body had ever told her thar a rider is
fairly safe among the widest hill cat.
tie. but a man on foot Is liable 10 at
tack at any time when u here, Is ex-
cited.
A shout OF warning startled her.
Above the believing of the herd she
heard another yell.
'lIi-yi-ya-a."
A red-eyed steer. tail up. was crash.
ing through the small brush toward
the branders. There was wild sour
ry for safety. The men dropped iron
and ropes aud fled 10 their saddles. De-
neeted by pursuers. the animal turned.
by CHARGE II Numbered straight for
the girl on the sand spit.
She stood paralyzed for n moment.
Out of IA. gathering darkness voice
came 10 her sharp and clear Don't
move" II rang so vibrant with crisp
commend than the girl. poised for