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"Coming to it more and more every day. The sheep business is the big future thing in here. Inside of five years everybody will be in the sheep business, and that will mean the end of these rustler camps that go under the name of cattle ranches." "I'm willing to consider sheep, Duke. Go ahead with the plan." "There's twice the money in them, and not half the expense.

Miss Radford and Ferguson were to discover the key to the situation presently. "Do you think that man among the cattle is a rustler?" questioned Miss Radford. In her excitement she had pressed very close to Ferguson and was clutching his arm very tightly. "I reckon he is," returned Ferguson.

Two horsemen were within a hundred yards, coming straight at him. One, lagging behind the other, was Oldring's Masked Rider. Venters cunningly sank, slowly trying to merge into sage-brush. But, guarded as his action was, the first horse detected it. He stopped short, snorted, and shot up his ears. The rustler bent forward, as if keenly peering ahead.

The Kid threw his arm sympathetically around the youth's shoulders and drew him away, while the others cut the ropes that held the victim of the rustler gang's cruelty. In a few minutes, Red got a grip on himself and could talk in a steady voice. "Reckon I'm alone now, Kid," he blurted. "Joe was all I had and they got him! I swear I'll bring those hounds to justice, or die a-tryin'!"

"If you mean business an' ain't bully-pussin' I'll take a hand," the Brown's Park man said, and both voice and manner were offensive. The captain of the rangers met him eye to eye. He did not like this fellow. His reputation was bad. In the old days he had been a rustler, rumor said. Since the affair of the Tolliver girl he had been very sulky and morose.

Her father had gotten in with this famous band of rustlers to serve his own ends the extermination of the Isbels. It was all very plain now to Ellen. "Daughter of a horse thief an' rustler!" she muttered. And her thoughts sped back to the days of her girlhood. Only the very early stage of that time had been happy.

They have resented sheepmen comin' down into the valley. They want it all to themselves. That's the reason. Shore there's another. All the Isbels are crooked. They're cattle an' horse thieves have been for years. Gaston Isbel always was a maverick rustler. He's gettin' old now an' rich, so he wants to cover his tracks.

The Ranger gathered up the crippled rustler, took him home, attended to his wounds, nursed him, and in fact spent days in the little adobe house with him. During this time I saw Steele twice, at night out in our rendezvous. He had little to communicate, but was eager to hear when I had seen Jim Hoden, Morton, Wright, Sampson, and all I could tell about them, and the significance of things in town.

"Wright, I'll not take offense, because you seem to be championing your beautiful cousin," replied Steele in slow speech, biting. "But let me return your compliment. You're a fine Southerner! Why, you're only a cheap four-flush damned bull-headed rustler" Steele hissed the last word. Then for him for me for Hoden there was the truth in Wright's working passion-blackened face.

That he died a rustler was due to crooked 'justice. Poor old Pete! If only he hadn't had the Indian strain!" "He wouldn't have been so useful to us. His uncanny scent on the trail By the way, Mahon, strange we never found trace of him his grave or something when you're so certain how and where he died. And where's that ugly pinto of his? Whiskers, he called her, wasn't it?"