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  "Big job for so few punchers. Where you got the herd bunched?"

  "We fenced a canyon across the creek," returned Rock, pointing eastward.

  "Don't know the lay of the land," went on the leader. "Haven't rid long on this range."

  "Shore you didn't have to tell me that," replied Rock bluntly. "You're from Wyomin', an ridin' for Nesbitt."

  "How'd you know thee?"

  "Reckon nobody else would brace me this way."

  "You? Which one of the Prestons might you be? I've seen Ash Preston, an' you're shore not him."

  "I might be any one of the other six Prestons," rejoined Rock with dry sarcasm. "Hadn't you better hand over your callin' card before askin' me to introduce thyself?"

  "I'm Jim Dunne, foreman for Hesbitt," replied the rider.

  "All right. How do, Mr. Dunne? A blind cowboy could see your call isn't friendly. Now what do you want?"

  "Wal, we've come over to have a look at your herd."

  "Ahuh!" Rock strode halfway across the camp space to confront Dunne. "Just to see if by accident we didn't round up a couple of Half Moon steers? Dunne, you bet your life you're goin' to look over our herd. Then I'll call you plumb straight."

  One of Dunne's men whispered to him, with visible effect.

  "Say, are you this fellar Rock?" he asked suddenly.

  "Yes, I'm Rock. Reckon that doesn't mean apythin' to you. But maybe it will later."

  "Wal, I can't see as there's any reason to be riled," returned Dunne, evidently now' wanting to conciliate Rock.

  "That's because you don't know the range," said Rock curtly and then turned to the Preston brothers. "Boys, we'll drive the steers out of the canyon for inspection. We'll head them down into the Pass. Then we'll pack and go on in."

  Rock relentlessly held the Half Moon outfit on both sides of the corral gate while the cowboys drove the steers out. It was Rock's task to head them down toward the Pass, which was easy after the leaders got started.

  Dunne made several weak attempts to call off the inspection but Rock rigorously held him and his men to a count of every steer that passed the gateway. It was a long tedious job.

  "Dunne, between you all you've seen every head of stork we've driven," said Rock, when he has dismounted to face the men. "You didn't see one Half Moon, brand did you?"

  "Can't say I did."

  "And you punchers? Did you?"

  "No, Rock, we didn't," replied the one who had whispered to Dunne. "An' if we'd had our way this deal wouldn't hev come off."

  "All right. Dunne, go for your gun!" commanded Rock.

  "What!" ejaculated Dunne hoarsely, his face turning yellow.

  "Can't you hear? 'Any man who thinks me a rustler, has got to back it with his gun."

  "Rock, I--I--we--throwin' guns wasn't in my orders."

  "Dunne, you don't fit on this range," replied Rock, in bitter scorn. "Keep out of my way hereafter." Then he turned to the other riders. "Reckon you're not willin' parties to this raw deal Dunne gave me. Any self-respectin' cowboy, if he calls another a rustler, knows it's true and is ready to fight. Tell Hesbitt exactly what happened here. Tell him rotten gossip on the range isn't proof of an outfit's guilt."

  "All right, Rock, we'll shore give Hesbitt the straight of this."

  The four mounted men rode away, and Dunne made haste to get astride and follow.

  On the third day following, Rock and his cowboys left the herd of steers in the meadowland below Slagle's ranch, and rode on home, a weary and silent four.

  Rock asked the brothers to keep their mouths shut about the advent of the Half Moon outfit, but strict observance of their promises was not likely. Indeed, by the time he had shaved and changed his clothes, there came a thump on his cabin door.

  Rock slid back the bar, whereupon Preston stamped in, with Ash close behind him.

  "Howdy, boss!" said Rock cheerfully, and nodded to Ash.

  "Al busted in with a wild story," broke out Preston. "Said Hesbitt's outfit spied on you, then rode into your camp. Five of them. Feller named Dunne in charge. He was mean as a skunk an' said he'd look your herd over. But when you called him an' he found out who you was he tried to hedge. Al says you made him inspect every steer you had--an' after that dared him to throw a gun. Al was terrible excited. Darn fool blurted thet all out in front of the folks. Rock, was he just loco, or he is exaggeratin' a little run-in you had with one of Hesbitt's outfits?"

  "Boss, Al told the truth, and put it mild at that," replied Rock, and turned to tie his scarf before the mirror. In the glass he saw Preston's eyes roll and fix with terrible accusation upon his son. "Sit down, both of you," went on Rock.

  Ash was coolly rolling a cigarette, his face a mask. Preston had been drinking of late, but appeared sober, and now, though grim and angry, met Rock's glance steadily. "Wal, thet's short an' sweet," he said. "Rock, suppose you tell us everythin' thet come off."

  Thus adjured, Rock began a minute narrative of the situation.

  "Rock, suppose Dunne couldn't have been bluffed? What then?"

  "I'd have bored him," answered Rock. "And I told Dunne to keep out of my way. If I meet him--"

  "Wal, Rock," interposed Ash in a voice that made Rock's flesh creep, "I'll see to it I'll meet him first."

  "Cowboy, I never expected you'd stand up fer me thet way," burst out Preston, genuinely moved. "It means more'n I can tell you, havin' my youngsters be with you then. I just can't thank you."

  Preston paced the room, gazing down at the floor. "Reckon this hyar deal wouldn't be particular bad fer me if it wasn't fer our butcherin' bizness," he remarked, as if thoughtfully to himself.

  Rock, however divined that was a calculating speech. "Yon hit it, Gage. There's' the rub. My hunch is you must quit the butcherin'," said Rock deliberately.

  "I will by thunder!" replied, the rancher, wheeling to face his son.

  Ash rose out of the cloud of smoke. At that moment, for Trueman Rock, nothing in the world could have been so desirable as to smash that face. Ash took no notice of his father's decision. He flipped his cigarette butt almost at Rock. "I'm butcherin' to-morrow, Mister Rock," he asserted.

  "Butcher and be darned," retorted Rock, absolutely mimicking the other's tone.

  "You're gettin' too thick out here," said Ash, backing to the door. "I told you once to clear out. This's the second time. There won't never be no third." He backed out the door, his blue eyes like fire under ice.

  "Gage, that bullheaded son of yours will be the ruin of you," said Rock, turning to the rancher.

  "Lord! don't I know it!" groaned Preston from under his huge hands.

  Rock remained away from supper. He found in his pack enough to satisfy him. It was a trying hour as he watched from his window.

  Presently Rock saw Preston, accompanied by Thiry, come out of his cabin and cross over to enter Ash's. Rock decided to go down through the grove and come up between Ash's cabin and Thiry's, and wait for her.

  It must have been long after midnight when Rock heard a door close. He waited, straining eyes and ears. How pitch black it was at a little distance! Then out of the blackness a slender vague shape glided, like a spectre.

  Rock let her get right upon him, so close he could have touched her, and his heart suddenly contracted violently. "Thiry! Thiry!" he whispered.

  He heard her gasp. Like a statue she stood. "Thiry! Don't be frightened, I waited. It's Truman," he whispered.

  "You!" she cried and seemed to loom on him out of the shadows. Her arms swept wide and that extraordinary action paralyzed Rock. The next instant they closed round his neck.

  Chapter 13

  Rock stood stiff and immovable as the pine tree by kis side, but his mind, his heart received the fact of that embrace with tumultuous violence.

  Scarcely had Thiry clasped him when she uttered a cry and released the convulsive hold. "Oh--I'm beside myself!" she whispered.

  Taking her hand, Rock led her to the bench under the pine, where she sank almost in collapse, h
er head bowed.

  "Thiry, why did you--do that?"

  "I--I don't know. What must you think of me?"

  "Reckon I think all that's wonderful and beautiful. But I think also I'm entitled to an explanation."

  "Trueman how can I explain what I scarcely realize?" she said with pathos. "I've been hours with Dad and Ash. Oh, it was sickening. We begged--we prayed Ash to give up--plans he has. He was a fiend. But I kept trying till I was exhausted. As I came across to my cabin I was thinking of how you met that Half Moon outfit. How you resented suspicion against Dad. I was wondering how I should thank you--to-morrow. Then you rose right out the black ground. What a fright you gave me! And when you spoke I--I just--"

  Rock's compassion overcame his more powerful emotions. He grasped her arm, and pulled her closer to him, and he held her. "You stay here. Reckon I might remind you that Ash is not the only bad hombre on the range."

  To Judge from her shrinking, and the trembling of her arm, his speech both frightened and angered her. "Very well, if you detain me by force," Thiry said coldly. "Why were you waiting for me at this unheard-of hour?"

  "I saw you go into Ash's cabin, and I thought I'd wait till you came out."

  "Then you were spying on me, on us?"

  "Reckon so, if you want to use hard words. But sure my strongest motive was just to see you, talk to you a minute."

  "Well, since you've done that, please let me go."

  "Thiry, you upset everythin' when you put your arms round my neck," he said. "I love you. Tell me what weighs so upon you. Tell me your secret."

  "I--I have no secret."

  "Don't you trust my love?"

  "Oh, I would if I dared."

  Rock had wrenched that truth from her. Therein lay her weakness, the vulnerable spot upon which he must remorselessly make his attack. He must play upon her weakness, force her to confession, betray his knowledge of her guilty sharing of Preston's secret.

  "Thiry, you might dare anything on my love," he began.

  "Oh no--no! If it were only myself!"

  "Thiry, there are only two people in all the world--you and me."

  "How silly, Trueman. You are selfish."

  "Well, if it's selfish to love you, worship you, to want your burdens on my shoulders, to save you from trouble, disgrace--to make you happy--then indeed I am sure selfish."

  Through her wrist, which he held, he felt at the word 'disgrace' a distinct shock. Hurriedly she rose.

  "Do you speak of love and--disgrace in one breath?"

  "Yes. And you understand," he replied sharply. "Thiry darling, I can forgive your falsehood to all except me."

  It did not take much of a pull to get her into his arms, and in another moment he had her helpless, lifting her from the ground, her fate close under his.

  "Thiry, don't you love me a very little?" he asked, deep tenderness thrilling in his voice.

  "No! Oh, let me go!" she implored.

  "Thiry, I love you so wonderfully. Ever since that minute you stepped in Winter's store, Didn't you like me then--or afterwards?"

  "I suppose I did. But what's the use to talk of it? You're holding me in a--a most shameless manner. Let me go."

  "Reckon I'll hold you this way a long time. Till you say you love me a little. I must make sure. Reckon first off kiss you a couple of thousand times and see if I can tell by that."

  "You wouldn't dare!"

  "Wouldn't I, though? Sure I'm a reckless cowboy. Now watch. And he bent to kiss her hair again and again and again, and then her ear, and last het cheek that changed its coolness under his lips.

  "There!" he whispered, and drew her head back, on his shoulder. "Sure they were only worshipful kisses--do you hate me for them?"

  "I couldn't hate you. Please let me go--before it's too--"

  "It is too late, Thiry, for both of us," he Whispered passionately, and he kissed her lips--and then again, with all the longing that consumed him.

  "Now will you confess you love me--a little?" he asked huskily.

  "O God help me--I do--I do!"

  "More than a little? Thiry, I didn't expect much. Sure I don't deserve it--but tell me."

  "Yes, more." And she twisted to hide her face, while her left arm slowly crept up his shoulder, and went half 'round his neck.

  "Thiry, bless you! If this's not a one-sided affair, kiss me."

  "No--no--if I give up--we're ruined," she whispered tragically.

  "Sure we're ruined if you don't. So let's have the kisses anyhow."

  "Truman, since I never can--marry you--I--I mustn't kiss you."

  "Darling, one thing at a time. By and by well tackle the marryin' problem. I'd go loco if I thought you'd be my wife some day. But just now make this dream come true. I want your kisses, Thiry. I'll compromise. I'll be generous. Just one--but not like that fairy kiss you gave me on Winter's porch."

  "Trueman, if give one--it means all," she said tremulously.

  Lifting her head he turned her face to his.

  "You are wrong to--to master me this way," she said, mournfully. "If you knew--you might not want it."

  "Master nothin'! I am your slave. But kiss me. Settle it forever."

  How slowly she lifted her pale face, with eyes like black stars! In the sweet fire of her lips Rock gained his heart's desire.

  Then she lay in his arms, her face hidden, while he gazed out into the stormy night, across the black Pass to the dim flares along the battlements of the range.

  "Now Trueman, explain what you meant by my--falsehood to all?" she asked presently.

  "Are you quite prepared?" he returned gravely "Sure it's not easy to rush from joy to trouble."

  She sat up, startled.

  "Thiry, you are keepin' Ash's and your father's secret from all. They are cattle thieves. Beef thieves. So are your brothers Range, Scoot and Boots, along with them."

  "O my God! You know!" she almost screamed, and slipped to her knees before him.

  "Hush! Not so loud! You'll wake someone," he said sternly, placing a firm hand over her mouth. "Get up off your knees."

  But she only leaned forward, clutching him, peering up into his face. "Trueman, how do--you know?"

  "I suspected it when I first came. I found signs. Quicklime! That made me suspicious. Slagle's well is half full of hides. Sure those hides have not the Preston brand. Then over near where they butchered last I came on the same boot track that I'd seen down near the slaughterhouse. It led under a culvert. There I found hundreds of hides, tied up in burlap sacks. I opened one. That hide had a Half Moon brand! Down here at your barn I measured Ash's boot track. It was the same as that one I'd trailed. But for real proof, I heard your Dad and Ash talkin' together. They gave it all away."

  "I knew--it would come. It will--kill me," she wailed brokenly. "Oh, to make love to me--while you were spying on my brother--my father!"

  "Little girl, I told you to speak low. Reckon it does look pretty bad to you. But it's not so bad as it looks--so far as I'm concerned. But, Thiry, you're in this secret and you would be held guilty in some degree in court, if your part in it was found out. And let me tell you Ash would hold no secret. And there's the danger for you."

  "Court! Danger? You mean they'll be arrested--and I will be dragged in with them?"

  "Reckon that is liable to happen," he replied.

  "You'd betray us!" Swift as a striking snake her hand darted out and snatched his gun. Leaning back, she extended it with both hands. "I'll kill you!"

  "Thiry, if you believe I--could betray you or them--shoot!"

  "You will not tell?" she flushed.

  "Never. You sure got me wrong."

  She gave vent to a suddering sound. The gun fell from her hands. She swayed. Then she sank forward, her face on his knees, and clinging to him she broke into low sobs, every one of which was like a knife thrust to Rock.

  He let her have it out, and stroked her hair. She did not recover soon, though presently the sobs gave way to soft weeping. Then he held her closer
, scarcely seeing her or the black pine-streaked gloom. He was seeing something blacker than the night, more sinister than the shadows. As a last resource, to save her and her father, he could kill Ash Preston. But for Ash, this blundering, thieving work could be halted in time to prevent discovery.

  At this brooding juncture of Rock's meditations he became aware that Thiry was stirring. She rose from her knees while still clinging to him, and she sank beside him on the bench, to lean against him, face uplifted. "Can you forgive me?" she whispered. "I was out of my head. I should have known you would never betray us. Oh, Trueman, can anything be done to save us?"

  "It must be done, Thiry. Sure I don't know what."

  "I dare not breathe a word of this. They would kill you:"

  "Never give Ash a hunch that I know. Don't tell your father anythin'. There's no great hurry. We've got time. I'll find some way."

  "Oh. Trueman, you are my one hope. To think I've tried to drive you away! That I nearly shot you! How little I know myself. But I do know this--if you stop this selling of stolen beef--if you prevent it before they're arrested--I'll--I'll love you with h all my heart and soul."

  "Darling, I will do it somehow."

  "I'll go now," she said, rising and swaying unsteadily.

  He lifted her in his arms and walked toward her cabin. At the door of the cabin he set her gently upon her feet.

  "I'm glad now you came to Sunset Pass," she whispered.

  Forty-eight hours later Rock rode into Wagontongue, the old-True Rock of earlier and wilder range days. Yet no day of his life had ever seen the passion, the will to invent and achieve, that one single moment now embodied.

  When Rock dropped in to see Winter it was not with any definite purpose; but that night he and his old friend locked themselves in a room at the hotel.

  "Sol, old-timer, I'm in deep," said Rock, and he opened his palms expressively. "Thiry loves me!"

  "Shore," replied Winter, sagely wagging his head. "But you wouldn't take her an' leave the country?"

  "Reckon I couldn't yet."

  "Do you know anythin' thet makes Preston's guilt shore?"

  "Yes, but I promised Thiry not to tell it."

  "But you can go to Preston an tell him you know. Scare him to sense."