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/ K .o THE BILLINGS COUNTY PIONEER frALAN Le MAY s =vl L THE STORY THUS FAR: Melody Jones and George Fury had ridden into Pay~evtUe, Melody mistaken for the out- law, Monte Jarrad. Monte's glrl, Cher- ry, with George, met Lee, Monto's pard- her, as he and Melody were leaving the city. 1~aey overpowered Lee and went to the shack where Monte hld the express money. Lttke Packer, the insttrance cop, was there and shot by someone outside. When Melody returned with the horses they found the m~eriff in the cabin but the body gone. They soon fouNl the money Md in wall with the body of Luke. At this point Melody and Cherry were able to make a break and set away. Fury had met up with Monte He was de- termined to take Monte into town. CHAPTER XV All expression had left Monte Jar- rad's face, except for a clear bright- ness in his eyes, as in the eyes of a lynx. "Crazy," he murmured, as if talking to himself. He fired, then. He hardly seemed to go through the motions of a draw at all, the weapon came so smoothly from the tied-down holster at his thigh. All George Fury ever saw was a general galvanizing jerk of Monte Jarrad's whole frame, and instantly the gun blasted in Monte's hand, as if it had been there all the time. George Fury doubled z I pitched forward as if he had been struck in the middle by a swinging log. His gun, which he had somehow grabbed out of its leather, fired only a bare instant after Jarrad's weapon; but it exploded downward, blowing half of the little campfire away; and the recoil almost tore it out of George Fury's slackened'hand. Monte Jarrad reclined motionless, his face impassive, but his eyes awake, watching the man who was down. His gun was cocked and steady. After a moment or two he noticed that George Fury's right hand half covered a living coal from the little fire, but did not draw away. When he saw this, Jarrad let the hammer down, easing it gently. Morning was leaking out of the far-off Dragonette ranges as Melody Jones drew near the ramshackle ranch house of the Busted Nose. First a dull green illumination ap- peared in the eastern sky, without in any way lighting the soot-blaek trail; and as this appeared the red- poppers began to go "zeep" in the brush. After a time this first effort withdrew, so that the night seemed blacker than before; but a muddy grayness was beginning to pervade the ranges, as if seeping up out of the ground. By the time this had increased to full dawn, Melody was sitting his pony behind a stand of locust, watching the ranch house from a respectful distance of more than four hundred yards. So far as he could find out he was alone in the world entirely. Even the bear cub had been turned loose, or had worked its way free, from its chain beside the broken screen door. As Melody prospected closer, a late-ranging armadillo trundled around the corner of the house, and disappeared without hurry. Melody was satisfied with that. The animal would have known, better than he could, if anyone were around. He rode to the back stoop of the house without further caution. A~ter that he walked a little way out from the house, to get away from the sound of the pony's munch- ing, and listened a while longer, very lonely in the dawn; and then made a fire in the stove, with more than "necessary ~thuds b~d~ bangs, to be rld of the insufferable quiet. A hot smell of coffee, smelting ten times better than it would ever taste, began floating down,wind from the Busted Nose. Melody rurnmag~l for something to eat which would take no work to fix. His back was tp the door, and his hands were pawing over a shelf of canned goods, when the kitchen darkem~" faintly. HIS hands ~Itered, but only for an instant. He went on with what he was doing without looking around, eta/ling over the labels. S~nebody was standing in the doorway. He knew that much, though he had heard no approach. Melody's right hand weighed a can of tomatoes testing it as a weapon. But he set it down, Melody turned slowly, empty handed; and, for the first time in his life, faced Monte Jarrad. "Hi." Melody said. The man in the doorway grunted, Even if the light had been bet- ter, instead of directly behind Jar- rod, Melody might not have recog- nized him yet. "Looking for somebody?" Melody asked this stranger. Monte Jarrad took in the whole lay-out coolly, the room first, then Melody Jones. Melqdy saw him no- rice where the carbine was. "Just passing by," Jarrad said, watching Jones oddly. His voice had a soft lack of tone to it, very unsettling. "You don't need to be so edgy," Melody said. "We don't ask no questions here. Wt/nt some coffee?" "I'll get it myself . Don't go over there. Don't go any place. Stay against that walL Back up against it a little closer." He gave these orders casually, not even both- ering to look closely at Melody. His eyes kept wandering, around the room, checking, and checking, and re.checking. "Now" you leaky here!" Me: ,', began. "Want to play like you don't know me, huh?" Jarrad commented, his eyes still wandering. "I never seen you before in my born days." Jarrad's gaze stopped wandering. "Nor heard of me, neither, I sup- pose," "I can't keep knowledge of every grub-testing punk that--" He stopped short. "What's the matter?" Jarrad asked sardonically. Melody looked puzzled. "It come to me for a minute that you might be Monte Jarrad. But you ain't." "No?" "No. This Jarrad weasel looks somethin' like I do---it fools people even." "It's a hard thing to say about a man." "Whut?" "When I think of being mistooken for the kind of chuckle-head that you look like to me--it's enough to turn a feller sick." Melody looked at him with pity. "Don't let it worry you," he said. "Nobody ever mistook me for no such limping wreck as you be. It's small wonder you got strucken by lightning, or something, the manners you got. And here's another thing--" "Well, I'll be damned," said Jar- rad. "And here's another thing. Keep on like you're baiding, and you'll think lightning hit you again!" The two lookdd at each other strangely across the kitchen table "A feller never knows," Monte Jarrad said obscurely, as if to him- I George Fury doubled and pitched forward. self. "Don't make much difference, in the long run, I reckon . . Stand closer to the wall. I don't figure I got much better than an hour here." "So you're him." Melody said. as if he couldn't believe it. He stood star/rig idiotically, as people look at some great myster~ phenomenon they have heard about all their lives, "It's a hell of a disappointment," he said at last. '"lake off your boots," Jarrad or- dered. Slowly Melody unbuckled his spur straps. "It beats me," he said "what she sees in you, Jarrad." "I'll take your belt; and your hat; and whatever trash is in them pock-, ets. I suppome that bone Pile outl there with my saddle on it--you call that your horse . . ." "And that carbine you &lung out in the dirt was your carbinel" "You can have it now. We'll get your own saddle on that old hide. YOU can have mine." "This won't do you no good," Mel- ody told him. "Even if we swap every stitch we own, there still won't be any scar on my bean," "No," Monte admitted. "No; there never will be. But I suppose there can still be the place where ode was When the meaning of this soaked in on Melody he studied Monte Jar- tad for a long time. "You got clam- my ideas," he said at last, without much assurance. "I'd ruther be daid than in y~ur place." "You can have both," Jarrad said. Jones obeyed as Monte Jarrad swapped boots, hat and equipment with him; and finally switched his own old worn'hull to Harry Hen- shaw. After that was done MelOdy was kept standing against the wall of the kitchen while Jarrad, one- handed, drank his aoffee. There was still something Monte ranted to know; but he didn't know how to get at it. Some very peculiar things were running in ~elody's mind just then. He/mew he was going to make some kind of a play; and he knew it wasn't going to be any good. He en- tirely believed what Monte had said .--that he might knock Monte out, but not fast enough so that Monte's gun wouldn't get him. "'Where did she say you was from?" Monte asked him. "Montana. A place called Two Lance. But that ain't what you want to know." Monte came out with it then. "What was going on," he asked, "the night you was in Cherry's room?" "which night you mean?" "Which?" "Oh, you mean that one? Noth- ing. Nothing then." darrad's eyes looked as If they could eat through a horse blanket. "Just what the hell do you mean by 'then,' " "Maybe you got me over a bar'L But you ain't going to forget me, what short time you live. Because that girl ain't yours no more, and never will be again." Monte Jarrad stood and stared at him, glassy-eyed. "It don't matter how daid I be, or nothing," Melody said, pouring it into him slowly. "Daid or alive, I'm your finish. You ain't never going to get nothing you want again. I can stand in your light ten times better when I'm daid than I ever done yet. And when you finally puke blood and die, you'll know it was me that done it, some way." Monte Jarrad stared at him dumb- founded, too profoundly shocked to explode. Nobody had ever talked to him like that in his life beforn. "You'll be an earmarked ghost," Monte said, looking at Melody's ear. "I already got my notch on you, I see." But his mind was not on it. "Reckon it won't show with a cof- fin on," Melody answered. "Dif- ferent with the mark I got on you. Because I taken her away from you, Sou hear? Whether she knows it or not." Two riders were coming in, walk. ins their horses. The stride of the ponies, conveyed to the listeners by the hoof-rhythm, was unhurried; yet they moved in boldly, with no pauses to spy out the situation into whic~ they headed. Melody shifted to crane his neck. "Stand where you are!" Monte snarled at him. Monte backed across the angle of the room until he could flick a glance through the door in the direction of the corral without giving Melody a chance to make a break. "You don't see 'era," Melody drawled, without sighting anything himself. "Because they gone in the barn. I can tel! that by ear. And I can tell you something else. You don't need to look so sceart, Because one of them is Cherry's horse--I can tell because I know lie thrtm a shoe." He didn't bother to answer Melo. dy. "So now you can ask her for your- self," Melody said. "She'll walk in l~ere in a minute. Ask here if wha~ I told you is so. Ask her what that gun will get you from here on in. If you had sense you'd turn it on yourself, and duck a peck o' mis- ery." "Shut up!" Monte's eyes. carefully watching Melody, kept flicking toward the barn; and presently Melody knew by Monte's face that he had been right, and that Cherry had come into Monte's view. Very slowly Monte Jarrad put his gun away; but as it settled into its holster he tested it to be sure that it rested there lightly. He could draw it again much faster than another man ,eQuld~ spit. They were standing there like that, silent and watchful in suspend, ed motion, as Chery de Longpra came across the gallery to the door, and stopped there. Chery's face had no color, blood. less because she was tired. Her hair was tumbled and her clothes hard worked: but h0r head was up. aa"HeliO'id Cherry," Monte Jarrad "I can't remember," she said "why I ever thought you looked like each other," "Me too." Melody said, more con. versatienaliy. "If I had realized what kind of tlzzick-looking Jigger I was mistook for, I sure would of high-tailed out of here to begin on." "Be still," Cherry said. disdaining to raise her voice to him. "You'd better go out to the barn. George Fury is out there. He's hurt." Melody stared at her while this soaked in. "Bad?" he asked finally. "He's dying, I think." Melody shifted his eyes to Monte Jarrad, and held them there while he moved sidelong to the door. She made room for him to pass. Once outside Melody took a chance on turning his back,' and moved toward the barn at. a run. Cherry looked after him for a mo- ment, without any change of expres- sion. "Cherry," Monte Jarrad said, "are you crazy?" "No." Cherry said. "Sometimes--a couple of times lately--it's sure seemed like there was something pretty funny in the slant you take about him." "Is there?" "He's useless," Monte said, low voiced, without heat. "He's got less .~atural sense than a fresh-dropped calf--and ain't worth half as much. You could study him a lifetime, and never find something he was good for." "Yes," Cherry said. "Monte, why did you shoot George Fury?" (TO BE CONTIN~T,D) Easy- to- Make 'Action' Clothes Just the Thing for Late Summer By LAS MOST of us want to keep our pretty wash summer clothes just as long as warm weather per- sists, with utter disregard as to fixed seasonal calendar dates. If you are an ardent sports enthusiast, life in the open has doubtlessly taken toll of your "action" clothes most of atl. You'll find, however, that you can easily fill in the gaps and keep your sum- mer appearance just by stitching up easy-to-launder cottons and white rayon sharkskin costumes. At your sewing center, you can learn some smart and thrifty short-cut tricks from experts which will help you to achieve chic and good-looking cos- tumes to tide you over for the re- mainder of the summer season. 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