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Before they had ridden a hundred yards Joyce was in gay talk with Kilotten the very existence of the et She had seen the expression of their faces as the horses had passed If a chance ever offered itself they would have their revenge

It was a day ed froh a world shot to the core with sunlight The snow sparkled and gleae of the cottonwoods, which already had shaken reens and golds and russets h the crispness of early winter was in the air, their nostrils drew in the fragrance of October, the faint wafted perfu su the shoulder of the hill, avoiding the draw into which snow had drifted deep Life stor in the care-free laughter of at least two of the often in the saddle with a lithe twist of his lean est a word of caution at the bad places Always then he discovered the deep violet eyes of Joyce Seldon with their s fire To let himself dwell upon her loveliness of fine-textured satiny skin, set off by the abundant crown of lustrous bronze hair, was to know again a quickened pulse of delight

When he spoke it ith the languid drawl of the Western plainsned to conceal his passion, but Joyce knew him to be alertly conscious of her every word, every turn of her pliant body

They reached the road, where two could ride abreast Soain with the other Moya, who had not , made it easy for him to be with Joyce She did not need to be told that he was under the allure of that young woman's beauty; and not alone of her beauty, but of that provocative sti of sex All men responded to it when Joyce chose to exert herself, many when she did not

Once he turned to point out to Moya some snow-covered mounds above the road

"Graves of a dozen o My father was the only one of the party that escaped"

Half a ed news All Goldbanks had been searching for theht The Farquhar party ith anxiety about them