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There had been a tih altitude of these Utah uplands had been satisfying to Venters But that was before the oppression of ene the herd he had never thought of the night's wildness and loneliness; as an outcast, nohen the full silence set in, and the deep darkness, and trains of radiant stars shone cold and calm, he lay with an ache in his heart For a year he had lived as a black fox, driven froed for the sound of a voice, the touch of a hand In the daytiun practice to which so drove hiht, before he won sleep, there was strife in his soul He yearned to leave the endless sage slopes, the wilderness of canyons, and it was in the lonely night that this yearning grew unbearable It was then that he reached forth to feel Ring or Whitie, is

On this night the saht and burning unquiet had its way But froone a subtle change He had sensed it first when Wrangle swung hiateway of Deception Pass He had no thrill of adventure, rather a glooreat hazard, perhaps death He 's retreat The rustlers had fast horses, but none that could catch Wrangle Venters knew no rustler could creep upon hi-place For the rest, he had eyes and ears, and a long rifle and an unerring aie did not hold a thought of the killing of Tull It related only to as to happen to him in Deception Pass; and he could no more lift the veil of that mystery than tell where the trails led to in that unexplored canyon Moreover, he did not care And at length, tired out by stress of thought, he fell asleep

When his eyes unclosed, day had coain, and he saw the riold of sunrise A few 's sile, and to his surprise the horse cale was one of the horses that left his viciousness in the home corral What he wanted was to be free of mules and burros and steers, to roll in dust-patches, and then to run down the wide, open, windy sage-plains, and at night browse and sleep in the cool wet grass of a springhole Jerd knew the sorrel when he said of hie!"