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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

SERIAL STORY— Danger— Romance

Ahead

By TOM HORNER

CAST OF CHARACUIERS

MONN MILES—her mania for fast @riving almost wrecked her romance.

LARRY COLLINS-—newspa hunting the murderers o

MIKE BENTLEY—waalthy knew toe YESTERDAY: Larry buys new clothes, poses as a cowhand, gets a job on Col. Miles’ ranch. Monnie is aetermined to get rid of him. She plots with Barnes, the foreman, lets Larry try to ride a | snaky black horse. Larry is thrown,

CHAPTER FOUR

LARRY WAS on his hands and knees, shaking his head. as Barnes

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reached him, puiled him to his feet. | “Sorry, kid. Youre not hurt?” Barnes led Larry to the corral]

tank, pushed his head under water. | Larry came up sputtering, as the) jcy water cleared his befuddled mind. | “I'm all right, how's the horse?” | Larry tried to grin. He wanted to| swing on Barnes, but the hand on| his shoulder was friendly. This was | Monnie's idea—her way of pav-| ing him back. Barnes was just tak-| ing orders. | “Youll be all right in a minute.”

Barnes said. "Guess that saddle] don't fit?” "Saddle’s all right— So am I.”|

Larry straightened, turned to face! the girl. She was still perched on! the top rail, laughing at him Larry turned back to Barnes “Catch that black again. I'll ride| him this time.” | Larry approached the horse| more cautiously the second time Nostrils distended, ears back, legs widespread, the black waited. Both horse and rider knew that this ride would be worse than the first. | One would win, but it was sure te be a battle. | Larry grabbed the cheekstrap.| pulled the blacks head close. He| set his boot firmly in the stirrup, reached for the saddlehorn. Then quickly, surely, he swung into the saddle. His right foot found the! stirrup, and he was seated firmly | before the black head went down. | Right arm swinging. Larry took everything the black had to offer. | Crashing pitches, spins, sunfishes. | Larry clung to the saddle as if he | were giued there, anticipated the blacks every move. The black was mean, but he was a smart horse. He knew when to] quit. After a dozen futile at-| tempts to get rid of Larry again. | the horse quit pitching, was ready to go to work. Larry rode over tol Monnie. | ” » »

“NEXT TIME, pick a really tough one,” he said. "Hope vou've enjoyed the show—I have! He dismounted. slipped through the corral bars and walked to the bunkhouse. Barnes came up to the “That boy can ride, all right.” “Maybe.” Monnie conceded. “but he still looks like a tenderfoot— or someone that has no business being on the Hayhook. She stared off into the distance. “Pete,” she said at last. “That canyon fence, up toward Bentley's —Is that still down?” Barnes nodded. “Been going to send someone up to work on that for a week. Never got around to! it. Why?” “Put Collins on it. Couple of days digging post holes won't hurt him—much.” “Okay, Miss Monnie. sure glad you ain't mad at me. Sweat poured off Larry Collins His back ached. His arms ached. His hands blistered. He tamped the earth viciously around anothe: post. It was 100 in the shade—and there was no shade. None except that little patch of black under the wagon. The mules stood there in the heat, heads down, asleep on their feet. That patch of shade was inviting. So was the water jug, beside the wagon wheel. Larry threw down his tamping | bar, picked up the post hole dig- | gers. He sighted the fence line, | slammed the diggers into the! ground. The canvon floor, | tramped by thousands of hoofs. | was like concrete. Ten posts. Two more to go. And Steve Clerk called himself a slave driver. Larry worked mechanically, slam- | ming the spade-like jaws of the! iggers into the packed ground, | spreading the long wood handles to scoop up the loosened dirt, lifting the diggers out of the ground with their handful of earth. | » = » FINALLY the last post was set. Time for a drink and a smoke. . . . Never realized water could taste so . » Warm water, too. Larry, rolled a cigaret, stretched out in the shade, his back against a wagon wheel to dream of Monnie.

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house dress, too, waiting for to come home at night He rubbed the fire from his cig-| aret out on the wagon wheel. lifted a spool of barbed wire from the wagon and Kicked it down to the first post Two men were riding down the canyon toward him. One of them looked like an ordinary cowhand He wore English riding boots, light whipcords, dark coat, white] shirt and a necktie! A wide-| brimmed, flat-crowned white sombrero shadowed his face. He was darkly handsome, and young. Larry Jooked up to greet them as they drew rein at the wagon. The well-| dressed horseman rode closer to] Larry, the other remained a little] distance away. Larry caught the| gleam of sunlight on a carbine in| the cowhand’s saddle scabbard. “Howdy, cowboy,” the man in the] white hat called. “Barnes got| around to fixing this fence at last.| . + « Better put in a gate here. I} use this canyon a lot, driving down to the railroad.” | Larry didn’t like the stranger’s! tone. “Barnes didn't say to put a gate here.” “Well, there's got to be one here.” | The man was giving orders. “I'm Bentley. Own the place up the river. The Colonel will want that gate here, too. | “1f the Colonel wants a gate here, Bentley,” Larry answered, meeting the other man’s eves, “I reckon hell] say something about it.” He turned his back on Bentley, went on un-| rolling wire. | “I want a gate in this gap, and to the here.”

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