THE MILL-WHEEL OF STEERS
I've been some scared of your dignity, like when the other night you was all in white, but in this rig—"
Black Star came pounding into the court, dragging Jerd half off his feet, and he whistled at Lassiter's black. But at sight of Jane all his defiant lines seemed to soften, and with tosses of his beautiful head he whipped his bridle.
"Down, Black Star, down," said Jane.
He dropped his head, and, slowly lengthening, he bent one fore leg, then the other, and sank to his knees. Jane slipped her left foot in the stirrup, swung lightly into the saddle, and Black Star rose with a ringing stamp. It was not easy for Jane to hold him to a canter through the grove, and like the wind he broke when he saw the sage. Jane let him have a couple of miles of free running on the open trail, and then she coaxed him in and waited for her companion. Lassiter was not long in catching up, and presently they were riding side by side. It reminded her how she used to ride with Venters. Where was he now? She gazed far down the slope to the curved purple lines of Deception Pass, and involuntarily shut her eyes with a trembling stir of nameless fear.
"We'll turn off here," Lassiter said, "an' take to the sage a mile or so. The white herd is behind them big ridges."
"What are you going to show, me?" asked Jane. "I'm prepared—don't be afraid."
He smiled as if he meant that bad news came swiftly enough without being presaged by speech.
When they reached the lee of a rolling ridge Lassiter dismounted, motioning to her to do likewise. They left the horses standing, bridles down. Then Lassiter, carrying the field-glasses, began to lead the way up the slow rise of ground. Upon nearing the summit he halted her with a gesture.
"I reckon we'd see more if we didn't show ourselves
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