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away, to return no more--she went to the corral, roped her pony, threw saddle and bridle on it, mounted the animal, and rode away--westward. She had not traveled more than half a mile when she heard the rapid beating of hoofs behind her. Glancing swiftly backward, she saw Purgatory coming, Harlan in the saddle, smoking a cigarette. Her pulses leaped, unaccountably, and the crimson flush again stained her cheeks; but she sat rigid in the saddle, and looked straight ahead, pretending she had not discovered the presence of horse and rider behind her. She rode another half mile before the flush died out of her cheeks. And then, responding to a swift indignation, she brought Billy to a halt, wheeled him, and sat motionless in the saddle, her face pale, her eyes flashing. With apparent unconcern Harlan rode toward her. The big black horse did not change his pace, nor did Harlan change expression. It seemed to the girl that in both horse and rider were a steadfastness of purpose that nothing could change. And despite her indignation, she felt a thrill of admiration for both man and horse. Yet her eyes were still flashing ominously when Harlan rode to within a dozen paces of her and brought the big black to a halt. There was an expression of grave respect on Harlan's face; but she saw a lurking devil in his eyes--a gleam of steady, quizzical humor--that made her yearn to use her quirt on him. For by that gleam she knew he had purposely followed her; that he expected her to be angry with him for doing so. And the gleam also told her that he had determined to bear with her anger. "Well?" she inquired, icily. "Good mornin', ma'am." He bowed to her, sweeping his broad-brimmed hat from his head with, it seemed to her, an ironical flourish. "Is there something you want to speak to me about?" she asked, her chin elevated, disdain in her eyes. She assured herself that when he glanced at her as he was doing at this instant, she positively hated him. She wondered why she had tolerated his presence. "I wasn't havin' any thoughts about speakin' to you, ma'am. Kind of a nice mornin' for a ride, ain't it?" "If one rides alone," she returned, significantly. "I enjoy ridin' a whole lot better when I've got company," he stated, gravely, with equal significance. "Meaning that you have made up your mind to ride with me, I suppose?" she said coldly. "You've hit it, ma'am." "Well," she declared, her voice quiverin
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