Carbon County news., 1937-10-15

/ to a long-rolling stop. He signaleG
Wheeler to ride to him.
'Wait here" Wheeler said to the
girl. He wheeled his horse, ther
hesitated to say over his shoulder,
Don't worry; we'll work every
thing out all right"
He put his horse down to the
road, jumping it through the red
rocks. From behind the wheel Steve
Hurley thrust a big square hand al
him, and Steve's big beefy face
flashed a quick grin. "Glad to see
you, Billy; the Old Man said he
figured you'd sit in. AS soon as
see who it was, I pulled up"
Wheeler glanced at the boiling
radiator. whats broke in Inspira.
tion, Steve?"
1.-THE Old Man may be wanting to
call his riders in. Thought I'd stop
and tell you what it was, SOS you
could signal in any Of the boys you
might see while you're out"
'T'm listening"
"Tts all over Inspiration that
Sheriff Walt Amos will make an ar
rest within three days. They're say.
ing the sheriff knows who's dead;
that it's a man Dunn swore to kill
if ever he found him on "a range. "
Steve Hurley's sun-squinted eyes
rested steadily and keenly on Billy
Wheeler.
"Steve," said Wheeler, "will
Horse Dunn submit to arrest?"
Steve Hurley looked away a mo-
ment before he answered. II don't
know" he said at last. ''But !
guess maybe. Am I right he'll want
his riders in?"
I'D sure think so. This thing is
coming faster than I figured it
would. Steve"
The girls eyes were questioning
as Billy Wheeler returned to her
side. Don't worry" he said; ''it's
all going to work out"
They turned off, no longer paral-
leling the Inspiration road; and for
a long while as the miles slowly un-
rolled under the fox-trotting hoofs
of the ponies neither had anything
to say.
They were near Short Creek when
the girl spoke unexpectedly. I'm
glad you came. You make things
seem straighter and smoother, just
the way you pace your horse along,
without any worry or fret
There isn't anything to worry
about"
you've changed since two years
ago." the girl told him. Some
how you're nicer to ride with
quieter, more restful."
He glanced at her but didn't an
swer.
'You used to be a stampedey
sort of person." she explained, "al-
ways rushing your horse at things.
Whatever you went at, you always
went at it by the same way-thun.
der of hoofs, taking all obstacles by
storm. think I used to be afraid
of you."
For a moment he wondered if
things would have gone differently
between them if he had been less
eager, less turbulent. When you
wanted a thing too much you over
played your hand and lost out alto
gether. Maybe you could love
girl too much, too soon, and de-
feat yourself the same way. Per-
haps if
A quarter Of a mile away within
the sharp-cut bed Of Short Creek
something moved, held steady a
moment, then disappeared. It was
a rider there, who was watching
them; but it was not rider who
meant to rise in his stirrups and
hail.
'Well," he said briskly, this is
Short Crick.
''You see," he said, pulling up his
horse at the spot the cattle had
trannpled, ''this is nothing but a
place where it just happened that
somebody took a shot at somebody.
What is there to see? Nothing. !
want you to think Of this place as
just crick where horses come to
drink"
Marian Dunn sat very quiet, star
ing at the shallow water. He won
dered what things, terrible to her,
she might he I,icfJIrino