lay some twenty-odd miles from Middle Park, being a winding arm of the
main valley land. Its development was a matter of later years, and
Belllounds lived there because the country was wilder. The rancher, as
he advanced in years, seemed to want to keep the loneliness that had
been his in earlier days. At the time of the return of his son to White
Slides Belllounds was rich in cattle and land, but he avowed frankly
that he had not saved any money, and probably never would. His hand was
always open to every man and he never remembered an obligation. He
trusted every one. A proud boast of his was that neither white man nor
red man had ever betrayed his trust. His cowboys took advantage of him,
his neighbors imposed upon him, but none were there who did not make
good their debts of service or stock. Belllounds was one of the great
pioneers of the frontier days to whom the West owed its settlement; and
he was finer than most, because he proved that the Indians, if not
robbed or driven, would respond to friendliness.

* * * * *

Belllounds was not seen at his customary tasks on the day he expected
his son. He walked in the fields and around the corrals; he often paced
up and down the porch, scanning the horizon below, where the road from
Kremmling showed white down the valley; and part of the time he
stayed indoors.

It so happened that early in the afternoon he came out in time to see a
buckboard, drawn by dust-and-lather-stained horses, pull into the yard.
And then he saw his son. Some of the cowboys came running. There were
greetings to the driver, who appeared well known to them.

Jack Belllounds did not look at them. He threw a bag out of the
buckboard and then clambered down slowly, to go toward the porch.

"Wal, Jack--my son--I'm sure glad you're back home," said the old
rancher, striding forward. His voice was deep and full, singularly rich.
But that was the only sign of feeling he showed.

"Howdy--dad!" replied the son, not heartily, as he put out his hand to
his father's.

Jack Belllounds's form was tail, with a promise of his father's bulk.
But he did not walk erect; he slouched a little. His face was pale,
showing he had not of late been used to sun and wind. Any stranger would
have seen the resemblance of boy to man would have granted the handsome
boldness, but denied the strength. The lower part of Jack Belllounds's
face was weak.

The constraint of this meeting was mani