Part 19 (1/2)

”This is everyday business with us,” Harris pointed out. ”And right unusual for you. There's likely a number of things you do every day back your way, but that doesn't signify that I could amble back there and perform as well as you.”

”I suspect you'd make out all right,” Deane said. ”Anyway--I'm much obliged for the endors.e.m.e.nt.”

They camped again in the drizzle but by noon of the following day the sun peeped through. In an hour every cloud and fog-bank had been dispersed with a rapidity which is seen only in the hill country. The ranger pulled up his horse as they struck a game trail in the saddle of a low divide. A bunch of shod horses had been over it a few hours past.

”Some of the albino's layout,” Wilton surmised. ”They cross through here to that camp of theirs down in the Breaks. I've run across their trails up here before.”

They rode out on to a spur and looked down on the low country. Slade and the ranger were going on, the others returning to the Three Bar.

Harris pointed to the country spread out below them.

”That's the Breaks,” he told Deane. ”I'll point out the albino's stronghold.”

”While they're looking I want to talk to you,” Slade said to Billie.

”Let's get together,” he said, when the others had pa.s.sed on. ”Why are you so dead set on making a squatter outfit of the Three Bar? Don't you know the nesters will flock in here and cut the range all up as soon as they see a chance?”

”Not my range,” she said. ”Outside of the V L and the Halfmoon D there's not another site they can get water for, except maybe a couple of spring gulches where flood reservoirs will hold back enough to water a forty. So we'll still control our home range.”

”But there's a dozen sites down in my range,” he said.

”And a dozen small outfits wouldn't run any more cows than you do now,”

she said. ”At least not on my range; so what difference will it make to me? Why don't you have men file on all those sites?”

”You can't make a contract that will hold a man to turn over his homestead after it's proved up,” he said. ”Half of them would keep their land.”

”Of course,” she agreed. ”But then you'd have half instead of nothing at all. Do you want the world?”

”I want you!” he said. ”Throw in with me, girl. I'm going to fight these nesters off--the Three Bar among the rest if you don't quit.

I'll smash the Three Bar into mincemeat unless you run this d.a.m.ned Harris off and quit this game.”

It was the first time Slade had ever threatened. Her spirits had soared over the prospects of the Three Bar and she was suddenly afraid for her brand if Slade, who had whittled down a dozen outfits at once, should suddenly turn his whole attention to the Three Bar.

”I've got it to do,” Slade stated. ”Since you've started this deal there's been nesters filed papers on every good site in my range, waiting to rush in as soon as I lose my grip. Do you think I'll let them crowd me out? Not in a thousand years! I'm telling you--I'll break the Three Bar if you keep it up.”

”All right!” she said. ”And what about the homestead laws?”

”I'm the law out here,” he a.s.serted.

It came to her that Slade was fighting on the defensive, that he feared to let the Three Bar succeed and set up a precedent in defiance of the signs that dotted the range.

”Then it's war!” she said. ”And you'll go under yourself, from your own size, if you haven't the judgment to hedge yourself now like the rest. The Three Bar is going ahead--and we're going to win.”

She turned her horse but Slade caught her arm and whirled her around.

He jerked a thumb at the two men down the ridge.

”What can Deane, a half-baked boy, give you?” he demanded. ”Money--and trinkets to hang all over you till you flash like a Mexican's bridle; a flower garden and a soft front lawn to range in--and after a year or two you'd give your soul to trade it off for an acre of raw sage.

You'd trade a castle full of glittering chandeliers for one hour at the round-up fire--your box at the opera for a seat on the ground with your back against the chuck-wagon wheel while the boys sang just one old song. I know! You'd soon get fed up on too much of that. You want an outfit of your own. I'll give you that--the biggest in the State.”

She shook her head without answering.