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"Bern, you're bitter; but that's only natural We'll wait to see what's happened to my riders Judkins, come to the house with me

Your wounddrives the herd," vowed Venters

"No, no! Bern, don't risk it nohen the rustlers are in such shootingJud, how many cattle in that red herd?"

"Twenty-five hundred head"

"Whew! What on earth can Oldring do with so ot to find out"

"Don't go," implored Jane

"Bern, you want a hoss thet can run Miss Withersteen, if it's not too bold of o"

"Yes, yes, Judkins He ht

Which one--Black Star--Night?"

"Jane, I won't take either," said Venters, e one of your favorites"

"Wrangle, then?"

"Thet's the hoss," replied Judkins "Wrangle can outrun Black Star an' Night You'd never believe it, Miss Withersteen, but I know Wrangle's the biggest en' fastest hoss on the sage"

"Oh no, Wrangle can't beat Black Star But, Bern, take Wrangle if you will go Ask Jerd for anything you need Oh, be watchful careful God speed you"