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Chosen for their character, as well as for their knowledge of the country and their skill in their work the Dean and "Stella," as Mrs. Baldwin is called throughout all that country, always spoke of them affectionately as "our boys." And this, better than anything that could be said, is an introduction to the mistress of the Cross-Triangle household.
It is during these weeks, too, that the horses are broken; for, with the hard and dangerous work of the fall and spring months, there is always need for fresh mounts. The horses of the Cross-Triangle were never permitted to run on the open range.
That part of the range was seldom visited except by the Dean's cowboys, and the Tailholt Mountain men, knowing that the Cross-Triangle riders were all at Granite Basin, were making good use of their opportunities.
A few moments later he made his way, by little-frequented side streets, to the stable where he had left his horse; and while Kitty and her friends were watching the first of the racing cars cross the line, Patches was several miles away, riding as though pursued by the sheriff, straight for the Cross-Triangle Ranch.
Then, suddenly, as it had happened that morning, the cowboy was again grim and silent. Patches was wondering what had so quickly changed his companion's mood, when he caught sight of two horsemen, riding along the top of the ridge that forms the western side of the wash, their course paralleling that of the Cross-Triangle men, who were following the bed of the wash.
"Anyway, I'm a-goin' over that-a-way an' see. So long!" Patches rode up to Joe just as the Tailholt Mountain man regained his horse on the other side of the ridge. "Hello, Joe!" said the Cross-Triangle rider, easily. The wretched outcast was so shaken and confused that he could scarcely find the stirrup with his foot, and his face was pale and twitching with excitement.
"And where did you stop last night?" "At Simmons." "Walked, I suppose?" The stranger smiled. "Yes." "But, look here," said the puzzled cowboy, "I don't mean to be asking questions about what is none of my business, but I can't figure it out. If you were coming out here to get a job on the Cross-Triangle, why didn't you go to Mr. Baldwin in town? Anybody could have pointed him out to you.
Or, why didn't you say something to me, when we were talking back there on the Divide?" "Why, you see," explained the other lamely, "I didn't exactly want to work on the Cross-Triangle, or anywhere." "But you told Uncle Will that you wanted to work here, and you were on your way when I met you." "Yes, I know, but you see oh, hang it all, Mr.
The Cross-Triangle ranch house was, somewhere, endless miles away. Then a faint sound in the narrow valley below him caught his ear. Turning quickly, he looked back the way he had come. Was he dreaming, or was it all just a part of the magic of that wonderful land?
I reckon there's more Cross-Triangle stock branded with the Tailholt Mountain iron than all the rest of you put together have lost, which sure entitles me to a front seat when it comes, to the show-down." "He's right, boys," said one of the older men. "You know I'm right, Tom," returned the Dean quickly.
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