Justin Wingate, Ranchman

e when he heard the clamor. Clayton followed more slowly, and looked across the valley from his doorway. The flutter of skirts told him that some of the saddles bore women. He frowned. This slaug

rs. More rabbits were seen to start up, bouncing out of bunches of grass or scattered clumps of sage. Following behi

Justin was filled with excitement. The lust of killing, which seems to be in the racial blood, stirred strongly within him, and was only held in

n the right side, on the white horse! She must have b

ith flying leaps. A rush of disgust shook him, so that he did not care to look longer. But Ju

s that cleft the air behind it. Two of the foremost of the hounds were in chase of this rabbit, one twenty yards in advance of the other. Pushed hard, the rabbit crouched and dodged again with such celerity that the hound, whose open mouth at the instant was almost c

ping fiendishly. With an exclamation that sounded like an oath, Clayton kicked at it; but the hound almost overthrew him, leaped in

riginal of the photograph which he had hurled into the fire and then had drawn out and treasured as

" he ex

ere on her chafing ho

yton looked up at her, and, standing in the doorway, while the dog, having completed its bloody work panted out past him with furious haste,

as marvellously beautiful, as he looked at her full rounded throat and chin, at her olive cheeks in which dimples nestled, and into her great dark eyes, that held now a surprised light. Her hair was as dar

sked in astonishment, giving

e as any, and out of the world; but it seems you found y

y foolish things! I've been wondering where y

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if I wante

his manly presence, his clear-cut dark features, and the stiff, a

Not u

consent to be as

take an interest in the things I do. Yo

in hesitation and

fice address is the town over there by the side of the mountain, where

mes to the stati

led and appear

at little town, and she invited me down the other day. Some other strangers to the p

tainment!" he observed

it isn't anythin

how any one can fi

going. I don't care to have people see us talking t

said, his lips

taring after her. He stood thus until the clamor of the dogs sounded faint and she became a mere swaying speck, then he turne

bury it somewhere, Just

o his study and close

drawn round a divorce notice. The paper had been sent to his address by Sibyl. Clayton read th