Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 144 of 180
Argosy All-Story Weekly, 4 February 1922 — page 144: what you’re looking at
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»* - a 7 i ~ em . te: = The fight is finished. There is ng more to call us back on this side S che divide. My job’s finished, and we -can ride on now. We are free.” _ They mounted their horses, and took the ong trail over the shoulder of the divide. they wound down on the western slope the keen night wind brought a fresh whiff of buckeye and mesquite. Another hour’s brough them to the country of pinon and drouth-resisting forage. Here found a sheep-herder’s hut on the carp of one of the lower mesas. Quade’s wound was properly washed and dressed. - For supper the wizen little herder = rought out a pot of Mexican beans and a jug of wine. Both the visitors ate hun- oan After the meal they rested for a ACQUELINE pushed open the door of 3 her room and peered out. Even the light from a heavily shaded lamp made her blink uncertainly. She had dressed in ox ~ “the dark. She wore her hat and coat and ¢arried a traveling bag in one hand. In _ the other she had her shoes. The hall ! endless as she tiptoed down its ae held her breath as she passed the behind in which the family slept. irs Sag ee = LENS i ~ ~ ge ae a ree a et oF ag es a se Ce oa : ee SRE AELSTORY’ ‘Helen A. Holden 2 : oe WEEKLY. while outside, dctoking in the pure cool air = and gazing far down into the valley which ~oes they were to traverse together. NS Presently they could see a flock of sheep browsing: on the fall of hillocks. The herder came out and stood behind them. “You never saw a better flock than that,” he said, as he puffed up a spark in his pipe. “ You see, that flock has never been molested by rustlers or cow-men. ~ 4 Can’t raise sheep over in the range you just been ridin’. There’s a big boss there called Smoo Taurog—as maybe you know. Keeps sheepmen out. But this side of the divide we never hear of Taurog.”’ The girl turned her face toward Quade as the herder concluded: ‘“ And we never hear of Taurog’s gang. We're free here.” ae (The end.) a made no protest to her light tread. She had almost reached the bottom when a noise brought her to a sudden stop. She sank quickly to the step, holding her : breath as she glanced back along the way she had jusst come. ae There was no one in sight, and all again was quiet. She decided it must have been panei the slamming of a door by a careless maid =. in another part of the house. —— Getting quickly to her feet again, she a a a fled vet the few remaating “steps. a few a — OHO e man ia Se <3 = ~ > pe * - a _— r ~~ ree eS, Sie a = Gomi — - + ee | C)