im because you helped
Dingwell and Beaudry to escape. I don't know about Brad."
"I told Brad if he touched him again, I would never speak to him."
"Maybe that will hold him hitched, then. Anyhow, I'm not going to make
the young fellow trouble. I'd rather let sleeping dogs lie."
Beulah pressed her arm against his. "I haven't been fair to you, dad.
I might have known you would do right."
"I aim to stay friends with my little girl no matter what happens.
Yore mother gave you into my hands when she was dying and I promised to
be mother and father to you. Yore own father was my brother Anse. He
died before you were born. I've been the only dad you ever had, and I
reckon you know you've been more to me than any of my own boys."
"You shouldn't say that," she corrected quickly. "I'm a girl, and, of
course, you spoil me more. That's all."
She gave him a ferocious little hug and went quickly into the house.
Happiness had swept through her veins like the exquisite flush of dawn.
Her lustrous eyes were wells of glad tears.
The owner of the horse ranch stood on the porch and watched a rider
coming out of the gulch toward him. The man descended heavily from his
horse and moved down the path. Rutherford eyed him grimly.
"Well, I'm back," the dismounted horseman said surlily.
"I see you are."
"Got out of the hospital Thursday."
"Hope you've made up yore mind to behave, Dan."
"It doesn't hurt a man to take a drink onc't in a while."
"Depends on the man. It put you in the hospital."
Meldrum ripped out a sudden oath. "Wait. Just wait till I get that
pink-ear. I'll drill him full of holes right."
"By God, you'll not!" Rutherford's voice was like the snap of a whip.
"Try it. Try it. I'll hunt you down like a wolf and riddle yore
carcass."
In amazement the ex-convict stared at him. "What's ailin' you,
Rutherford?"
"I'm through with you and Tighe. You'll stop making trouble or you'll
get out of here. I'm going to clean up the park--going to make it a
place where decent folks can live. You've got yore warning now, Dan.
Walk a straight chalk-line or hit the trail."
"You can't talk that way to me, Rutherford. I know too much,"
threatened Meldrum, baring his teeth.
"Don't think it for a minute, Dan. Who is going to take yore word
against mine? I've got the goods on you. I can put you through for
rustling any time I have a mind to move. And if you don't let young
Beaudry alone,
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