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As with a faint shadow from a flitting wing overhead； the marble whiteness of her face seemed to change。
〃Don'ttakemebackthere！〃
CHAPTER VI。 THE MILL…WHEEL OF STEERS
Meantime； at the ranch； when Judkins's news had sent Venters on the trail of the rustlers； Jane Withersteen led the injured man to her house and with skilled fingers dressed the gunshot wound in his arm。
〃Judkins； what do you think happened to my riders？〃
〃II d rather not say；〃 he replied。
〃Tell me。 Whatever you'll tell me I'll keep to myself。 I'm beginning to worry about more than the loss of a herd of cattle。 Venters hinted of but tell me； Judkins。〃
〃Well； Miss Withersteen； I think as Venters thinksyour riders have been called in。〃
〃Judkins！。。。By whom？〃
〃You know who handles the reins of your Mormon riders。〃
〃Do you dare insinuate that my churchmen have ordered in my riders？〃
〃I ain't insinuatin' nothin'； Miss Withersteen；〃 answered Judkins； with spirit。 〃I know what I'm talking about。 I didn't want to tell you。〃
〃Oh； I can't believe that！ I'll not believe it！ Would Tull leave my herds at the mercy of rustlers and wolves just becausebecause？ No； no！ It's unbelievable。〃
〃Yes； thet particular thing's onheard of around Cottonwoods But； beggin' pardon； Miss Withersteen； there never was any other rich Mormon woman here on the border； let alone one thet's taken the bit between her teeth。〃
That was a bold thing for the reserved Judkins to say； but it did not anger her。 This rider's crude hint of her spirit gave her a glimpse of what others might think。 Humility and obedience had been hers always。 But had she taken the bit between her teeth？ Still she wavered。 And then； with quick spurt of warm blood along her veins； she thought of Black Star when he got the bit fast between his iron jaws and ran wild in the sage。 If she ever started to run！ Jane smothered the glow and burn within her； ashamed of a passion for freedom that opposed her duty。
〃Judkins； go to the village；〃 she said； 〃and when you have learned anything definite about my riders please come to me at once。〃
When he had gone Jane resolutely applied her mind to a number of tasks that of late had been neglected。 Her father had trained her in the management of a hundred employees and the working of gardens and fields； and to keep record of the movements of cattle and riders。 And beside the many duties she had added to this work was one of extreme delicacy； such as required all her tact and ingenuity。 It was an unobtrusive； almost secret aid which she rendered to the Gentile families of the village。 Though Jane Withersteen never admitted so to herself； it amounted to no less than a system of charity。 But for her invention of numberless kinds of employment； for which there was no actual need； these families of Gentiles； who had failed in a Mormon community； would have starved。
In aiding these poor people Jane thought she deceived her keen churchmen； but it was a kind of deceit for which she did not pray to be forgiven。 Equally as difficult was the task of deceiving the Gentiles； for they were as proud as they were poor。 It had been a great grief to her to discover how these people hated her people； and it had been a source of great joy that through her they had come to soften in hatred。 At any time this work called for a clearness of mind that precluded anxiety and worry； but under the present circumstances it required all her vigor and obstinate tenacity to pin her attention upon her task。
Sunset came； bringing with the end of her labor a patient calmness and power to wait that had not been hers earlier in the day。 She expected Judkins； but he did not appear。 Her house was always quiet； to…night； however； it seemed unusually so。 At supper her women served her with a silent assiduity； it spoke what their sealed lips could not utterthe sympathy of Mormon women。 Jerd came to her with the key of the great door of the stone stable； and to make his daily report about the horses。 One of his daily duties was to give Black Star and Night and the other racers a ten…mile run。 This day it had been omitted； and the boy grew confused in explanations that she had not asked for。 She did inquire if he would return on the morrow； and Jerd； in mingled surprise and relief； assured her he would always work for her。 Jane missed the rattle and trot； canter and gallop of the incoming riders on the hard trails。 Dusk shaded the grove where she walked； the birds ceased singing； the wind sighed through the leaves of the cottonwoods； and the running water murmured down its stone…bedded channel。 The glimmering of the first star was like the peace and beauty of the night。 Her faith welled up in her heart and said that all would soon be right in her little world。 She pictured Venters about his lonely camp…fire sitting between his faithful dogs。 She prayed for his safety； for the success of his undertaking。
Early the next morning one of Jane's women brought in word that Judkins wished to speak to her。 She hurried out； and in her surprise to see him armed with rifle and revolver； she forgot her intention to inquire about his wound。
〃Judkins！ Those guns？ You never carried guns。〃
〃It's high time； Miss Withersteen；〃 he replied。 〃Will you come into the grove？ It ain't jest exactly safe for me to be seen here。〃
She walked with him into the shade of the cottonwoods。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Miss Withersteen； I went to my mother's house last night。 While there； some one knocked； an' a man asked for me。 I went to the door。 He wore a mask。 He said I'd better not ride any more for Jane Withersteen。 His voice was hoarse an' strange； disguised I reckon； like his face。 He said no more； an' ran off in the dark。〃
〃Did you know who he was？〃 asked Jane； in a low voice。
Jane did not ask to know； she did not want to know； she feared to know。 All her calmness fled at a single thought
〃Thet's why I'm packin' guns；〃 went on Judkins。 〃For I'll never quit ridin' for you； Miss Withersteen； till you let me go。〃
〃Judkins； do you want to leave me？〃
〃Do I look thet way？ Give me a hossa fast hoss； an' send me out on the sage。〃
〃Oh； thank you； Judkins！ You're more faithful than my own people。 I ought not accept your loyaltyyou might suffer more through it。 But what in the world can I do？ My head whirls。 The wrong to Ventersthe stolen herdthese masks； threats； this coil in the dark！ I can't understand！ But I feel something dark and terrible closing in around me。〃
〃Miss Withersteen； it's all simple enough；〃 said Judkins； earnestly。 〃Now please listenan' beggin' your pardonjest turn thet deaf Mormon ear aside； an' let me talk clear an' plain in the other。 I went around to the saloons an' the stores an' the loafin' places yesterday。 All your riders are in。 There's talk of a vigilance band organized to hunt down rustlers。 They call themselves 'The Riders。' Thet's the reportthet's the reason given for your riders leavin' you。 Strange thet only a few riders of other ranchers joined the band！ An' Tull's man； Jerry Card he's the leader。 I seen him en' his hoss。 He 'ain't been to Glaze。 I'm not easy to fool on the looks of a hoss thet's traveled the sage。 Tull an' Jerry didn't ride to Glaze！。。。Well； I met Blake en' Dorn； both good friends of mine； usually； as far as their Mormon lights will let 'em go。 But these fellers couldn't fool me； an' they didn't try very hard。 I asked them； straight out like a man； why they left you like thet。 I didn't forget to mention how you nursed Blake's poor old mother when she was sick； an' how good you was to Dorn's kids。 They looked ashamed； Miss Withersteen。 An' they jest froze upthet dark set look thet makes them strange an' different to me。 But I could tell the difference between thet first natural twinge of conscience an' the later look of some secret thing。 An' the difference I caught was thet they couldn't help themselves。 They hadn't no say in the matter。 They looked as if their bein' unfaithful to you was bein' faithful to a higher duty。 An' there's the secret。 Why it's as plain asas sight of my gun here。〃
〃Plain！。。。My herds to wander in the sageto be stolen！ Jane Withersteen a poor woman！ Her head to be brought low and her spirit broken！。。。Why； Judkins； it's plain enough。〃
〃Miss Withersteen； let me get what boys I can gather； an' hold the white herd。 It's on the slope now； not ten miles outthree thousand head； an' all steers。 They're wild； an' likely to stampede at the pop of a jack…rabbit's ears。 We'll camp right with them； en' try to hold them。〃
〃Judkins； I'll reward you some day for your service； unless all is taken from me。 Get the boys and tell Jerd to give you pick of my horses； except Black Star and Night。 Butdo not shed blood for my cattle nor heedlessly risk your lives。〃
Jane Withersteen rushed to the silence and seclusion of her room； and there could not longer hold back the bursting of her wrath。 She went stone…blind in the fury of a passion that had never before showed its power。 Lying upon her bed； sightless； voiceless； she was a writhing； living flame。 And she tossed there while her fury burned and burned； and finally burned itself out。
Then； weak and spent； she lay thinking； not of the oppression that would break her； but of this new r