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Unless you begin to control your temper, to forget yourself, to kill your wild impulses, to be kind, to learn what love is you'll never last!... In the very nature of things, one comin' after another like your fights with Moore, an' your scarin' of Pronto, an' your drinkin' at Kremmlin', an' just now your r'arin' at me it's in the very nature of life that goin' on so you'll sooner or later meet with hell!
"Montana, ain't thet Sheriff Burley from Kremmlin'?" he queried. "Shore looks like him.... Yep, thet's him. Now, what's doin'?" The cowboys exchanged curious glances, and then turned to Wade. "Bent, what do you make of thet?" asked Lem, as he waved his hand toward the house. "Buster Jack ridin' up with Sheriff Burley."
Look at the tracks of his hoss left front foot-shoe all crooked. Thet's his hoss's. He acknowledges thet. An', see hyar. Look at the little circles an' dots.... I found these 'way over at Gore Peak, with the tracks of the stolen cattle. An' no other tracks, Miss Columbine!" "Who put you on that trail?" she asked, piercingly. "Jack, hyar. He found it fust, an' rode to Kremmlin' fer me." "Jack!
"I object to that," interposed Jack Belllounds, stridently. "He confessed. He's got to go to jail." "Wal, my hot-tempered young fellar, thar ain't any jail nearer 'n Denver. Did you know that?" returned Burley, with his dry, grim humor. "Moore's under arrest. An' he'll be as well off hyar with Wade as with me in Kremmlin', an' a damn sight happier."
"Now, Wade, I'll pitch camp hyar in the park to-night, an' to-morrer I'll ride down to White Slides on my way to Kremmlin'. What're you wantin' me to tell Belllounds?" The hunter pondered a moment. "Reckon it's just as well that you tell him somethin'.... You can say the rustlers are done for an' that he'll get his stock back.
Reckon I'd better sleep up here with you, Wils." "Won't Old Bill make a kick?" "Let him kick. But I reckon he doesn't need to know anythin' about it. It is cold in here. Well, I'll soon warm it up.... Here's some letters Lem got at Kremmlin' the other day. You read while I rustle some grub for you." Moore scanned the addresses on the several envelopes and sighed. "From home! I hate to read them."
I knowed Jack made them, somehow, but I didn't think. His white hoss has a crooked left front shoe." "Yes, he has, when Jack takes off the regular shoe an' nails on the crooked one.... Men, I followed those tracks They lead up here to your cabin. Belllounds made them with a purpose.... An' he went to Kremmlin' to get Sheriff Burley. An' he put him wise to the rustlin' of cattle to Elgeria.
I'm wantin' peace an' quiet now, with grandchildren around me in my old age.... So ride along to Kremmlin' an' hurry home." The evening of the day Columbine came home to White Slides the bride of Wilson Moore she slipped away from the simple festivities in her honor and climbed to the aspen grove on the hill to spend a little while beside the grave of her father.
"If you say so, dad, it'll come true," replied Columbine, with her hand on his shoulder. "Wils, you'll be runnin' White Slides Ranch before long, unless Collie runs you. Haw! Haw!" Collie could not reply to this startling announcement from the old rancher, and Moore appeared distressed with embarrassment. "Wal, I reckon you young folks had better ride down to Kremmlin' an' get married."
Whatever you need in the way of supplies jest ask fer. We send regular to Kremmlin'. You can hunt fer two months yet, barrin' an onusual early winter.... I'm askin' you if my son tramps on your toes I'd take it as a favor fer you to be patient. He's only a boy yet, an' coltish." Wade divined that was a favor difficult for Belllounds to ask.
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