Nogales international., 1934-04-14

Snayeiy passed her on the run,
shouting, Pack my stuff r She had
left his riding horse at the saddle
she'd. and now Snavely hurried into
the shed, returning with saddle and
bride
At the house Ann set about pack
ing the horse. When she saw Snavely
getting into his chaps, she paused and
watched him for moment. Then her
eyes turned toward the trail to Old
Charley's. It would not be dark for
some time,-Miss Ruth could not have
gone far. From the top of the first
little hill one could see a long way
along the trail; and the rifle would
shoot a mile.
AS SnaveIy mounted his horse at
the barn, Ann suddenly ran to the
rifle, snatched. it up, and disappeared
around the southern side of the house.
From there she crossed the small
gully, and, STOPPING low, made her
way to the trail and hid behind a
large bowlder.
Snavely missed the rife almost as
he dismounted at the house. He
called Ann in a furious voice. He
looked about, ran crrsing into the
house and out again. Several times
he slapped the two reyolvers belted
around bis hips with an air Of vexa-
tion-revolvers were only good at
close quarters. He wanted the rife.
He would need it badly when posse
took his trail.
He soon gave up calling Ann and
hastily finished packing the buckskin
horse. The last thing he tied on was
a half sack of rolled barley he had
just brought from the barn. He would
look after his horses always.
With the lead rope of the pack
horse in his hand, he swung himself
into the saddle. And as he mounted,
his eyes came to rest on the country
he was to ride. Slowly the mans eyes
dropped until they rested on the trail
which passed over the hill. A sudden
tenseness came into his face; his lips
fell to twitching and jerking without
parting. With a wild insane yell he
dug the spurs into his horse. dropped
the lead rope OF the pack animal and
started toward the trail Ruth and
David had taken.
Before he had crossed the little
gully south of the house, he pulled up
his horse with a jerk; Ann stood
above him on the trail, the rife to her
shoulder. "You CANT hurt them peo-
pie! You got to take the other trail
to Mexico"
Snavely held his hands away from
the guns at his hips; mask OF stony
hatred settled over his face. He said
nothing.
Ride down to tn barn-you kin &c
afterwhile. But wait at tn barn.
doan want you bere where you kir
talk at me-"
For long moment the man looked
at the woman above him; his face set
his eyes narrowed. Then he slowly
reined his horse about, rode to the
buckskin, and gathering up the LEAD
rope, continued on to the barn.
As soon as he was beyond the point
where he would dare try to use hi:
revolvers, Ann settled herself on q
rock beside the trail, and the rife
came slowly to rest on her knees. She
was trembling.
Ruth had been gone half an hour
Ann decided it would be safe to lei
him go. Darkness was coming fast
Ann looked down at the rifle, then al
the man by the trough. He would
need this gun. Ann again looked at
the rife Quickly she rose, and run
ming with her body bent low, she
reached the trail Snavely would soon
pass over. She placed the rife across
the path and returned, a slow smile
on her face.
AS she reseated herself she saw
that Snavely had already started; the
tip Of his hat bobbed along over the
corral wall. She leaned forward, chin
on palm, one huge leg thrust across
the trail Again she smiled slowly
he'd be right pleased when he come
or that rifle.
Sugarfoot came to the back screen