Connie Carl at Rainbow Ranch

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up in the moonlight fifty yards ahead of th

ark in there and

from the ranch house. They looked about and then walked over to the meadow trail. Connie and the cowboy

meadow is down this trail and there's not a fresh steer track on it. Just a few hors

lked back to t

led Connie as Lefty and Alkali st

'll be glad when we get this

tapult into the keeping of Jack Crawford. It was after two o'clock when she reached home. Letting herself quietly int

Connie cried in dismay. "If I don'

d to wear in the parade, she tried out her shoulder. It was

kali, resplendent in bright colored shirts and silver-trimmed sombreros, were saddling

t night after we parted c

Blake a-blowin' around this morning. He thinks he has that bulldo

orld. Saddling Silvertail she rode into Red Gulch with her friends. On the way in

hat game shoulder," Lefty declared

the five hundred dollar prize, I might be able to raise enough extra s

n' for you, Connie," A

slightly off key, marched up and down the streets. Cowboys in big hats and high-heeled boots lounged in the doorw

hile she went to the rodeo barn to look over the horses. Lefty and A

ou to keep everyone except rodeo officer

nto the terraced tiers of the wooden grandstand. Men in charge of the day's activities hustled about on

fence. An intriguing idea flashed into his mind. What could be sweeter than for Pop to be among those immed

"We want you in here to see th

d man hesitated but friendly hands s

rry for him. But she had no sympathy for Forest Blakeman. He was swaggering about the

fter making a few casual remarks he fell silent, but the gi

ds me of someone,"

almost the same thing to me about you. By the way, wh

the man answered vaguely. "Mo

opportunity to ask anothe

reflected thoughtfully. "I never met anyone so reserved.

rade. She rode in it, side by side with Enid Bradshaw. The other girl nodded alm

's attitude. It only made her more determ

n off. Roping events, steer riding and I

was allowed a thirty foot start after he had rushed from the pen. Then horse and rider were after him, with a hazer to keep the animal in a straight

outed the crowd. "Let's

ch Jack Crawford's eye. He need have had no fears, for just

your stuff!" informed Forest Blake

he realized that there could be no retreat. To default would be to make himself ridicul

of the man and cries of, "Throw him, Catapult," muffled occasional urgings of, "Throw him, cowboy!" Blake

hen Blakeman shot through the air in a perfect leap as if hurled from the saddle by the uncoiling of a gigantic sprin

to the ground. Catapult's head slowly turned under the tremendous force of the man's tensed muscl

ed its delight; the air became thick with sailing sombreros. Lefty

be a champeen bulld

dozen paces away he saw Pop Bradshaw, the man he believed to be the aut

me!" he said menacingly

thing about it," w

adshaw would only draw the anger of the crowd, Blakeman turn

e," Lefty grinned. "I'll bet Pop spends the rest of his life

ouncer was calling the next event. It w

nnie?" Left

. They saw the girl, white-faced and grim, perc

d close enough to spea

Connie!" g

h a forced smile. "I've drawn Tang