White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-06-05
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THE EXILE OF
THE LARIAT
BY HoNoRE WILLsIE
Copyright 1928
Frederick A. Stokes Company
New York
Observation-Disclosures
Continued from Last Week.

CONTINUED from Last Week.
Hugh rode slowly around the base OF
Big Fang, surveying the outcropping,
then sat looking thoughtfully up the
long valley that stretched southwark.
Sitting thus he saw perhaps five miles
away tiny moving speck on the floor
of the valley. He, lifted his field
glasses and studied the speck until it
Then he slowly turned
Fossil campward.
Red Wolf" he said, do you re-
member an old corral you and / made
fifteen years ago to herd wild horses
in, up Big Fang Canyon?"
The Indian nodded. up on old hay
ranch"
"Yes," Hugh went on. THAT old
trapper LOOMS homesteaded 1t once.
1t was too far from anywhere to be
worth anything in the old days. But
automobiles will open this section up.
Well, anyhow, I'll bet Pink Morgan
has got hold of it and is starting his
famous horse ranch. Red Wolf, I'll
bet you hundred dollars that if you
work your way up there quietly you'll
find that Pink has started his stud
with the gray stallion. l saw Pink
sneaking along coyote trail in that
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Fred jumped excitedly to his feet.
Lets go up there tonight"
Hugh shook his head. No, that's
Red VOLTS job and had better be un-
dertaken after we break camp"
Rev Wolf nodded, his eyes twink
ling, and the three of them grinned
at one another.
A few days later Johnny Parnel ap-
peared.
Hugh's face startled the cowman.
He looked five years older and his
eyes were too bright.
Hello, Johnny" he called.
You'd better come home with me
tonight, old man." said Johnny.
Not on your life, Johnny!" ex-
claimed Hugh. Then he paused, and
when he spoke there was a note in
his voice that twisted Johnny's heart.
Johnny, | can't go back till I've
Strengthened out my life" IL
The cowman put his hand on Hugh's
shoulder. "Old-timer," he said, as
softly as his great voice would permit,
you'll have to go back. The Eastern
Electric Corporation says you have in
the last week broken the terms of
Booklets will and are no longer the
owner of the Old Sioux Tract. Miriam
Page is at the Indian Massacre. And
Hugie, yesterday they elected you
governor of Myoming!"
Hugh rose slowly to his full height
staring at Johnny with conservation
and unbelief struggling in his face.
what brought Miriam to Wyom
ing?" he asked finally.
81 don't know" replied Johnny
Jessie might be able to tell you
She and the lady have had severa
sessions. He'll sure has been pop
ping this week. I'm afraid they've
got you on the Old Sioux Tract
Hughie."
Running for the governorship was
exactly the sort Of thing Uncle Bookie
wanted to come from his Wilt" OK
claimed Hugh.
But you apparently chucked every
hing to return to your dinosaur! Lord
Hughie, were you off your head?"
Hugh did not reply. He stood sc
long in silence that Fred and Rec
Wolf, looming uneasily in the offing
finally beckoned to Johnny, who fol
lowed them behind the sheep wagon
for consultation.
Hugh did not want to see Miriam
Miriam, as he had known her, was
buried now with Uncle Bookie and his
mother. The woman who had manip
ulated the preposterous scheme that
had made him governor was stran
ger to him. AS for the governorship!
He gave a sardonic laugh!
Johnny, returning from the fruitless
consultation, found Hugh still staring
at the northern horizon.
Are you going to let the old Tract
60 without struggle?" asked the cow.
man, bitterly. Wouldn't think 1t OF
you, Hughie, after seeing you in &C.
ton for the past year. Running away
by hockey, because they hit you be-
low the belt! Hughie. I'm ashamed
Of you'll"
Hugh looked at his old friend Gu
riously. Where, indeed, was the man
who had flown through that terrible
storm to keep a speaking date? Was
he dead, too, with the other dead in