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riders of the purple sage-第46部分

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e him in sullen; almost cold possession of his will。 It was a deadly mood; utterly foreign to his nature; engendered; fostered; and released by the wild passions of wild men in a wild country。 The strength in him thenthe thing rife in him that was note hate; but something as remorselessmight have been the fiery fruition of a whole lifetime of vengeful quest。 Nothing could have stopped him。

Venters thought out the race shrewdly。 The rider on Bells would probably drop behind and take to the sage。 What he did was of little moment to Venters。 To stop Jerry Card; his evil hidden career as well as his present flight; and then to catch the blacksthat was all that concerned Venters。 The cattle trail wound for miles and miles down the slope。 Venters saw with a rider's keen vision ten; fifteen; twenty miles of clear purple sage。 There were no on…coming riders or rustlers to aid Card。 His only chance to escape lay in abandoning the stolen horses and creeping away in the sage to hide。 In ten miles Wrangle could run Black Star and Night off their feet; and in fifteen he could kill them outright。 So Venters held the sorrel in; letting Card make the running。 It was a long race that would save the blacks。

In a few miles of that swinging canter Wrangle had crept appreciably closer to the three horses。 Jerry Card turned again; and when he saw how the sorrel had gained; he put Black Star to a gallop。 Night and Bells; on either side of him; swept into his stride。

Venters loosened the rein on Wrangle and let him break into a gallop。 The sorrel saw the horses ahead and wanted to run。 But Venters restrained him。 And in the gallop he gained more than in the canter。 Bells was fast in that gait; but Black Star and Night had been trained to run。 Slowly Wrangle closed the gap down to a quarter of a mile; and crept closer and closer。

Jerry Card wheeled once more。 Venters distinctly saw the red flash of his red face。 This time he looked long。 Venters laughed。 He knew what passed in Card's mind。 The rider was trying to make out what horse it happened to be that thus gained on Jane Withersteen's peerless racers。 Wrangle had so long been away from the village that not improbably Jerry had forgotten。 Besides; whatever Jerry's qualifications for his fame as the greatest rider of the sage; certain it was that his best point was not far…sightedness。 He had not recognized Wrangle。 After what must have been a searching gaze he got his comrade to face about。 This action gave Venters amusement。 It spoke so surely of the facts that neither Card nor the rustler actually knew their danger。 Yet if they kept to the trailand the last thing such men would do would be to leave itthey were both doomed。

This comrade of Card's whirled far around in his saddle; and he even shaded his eyes from the sun。 He; too; looked long。 Then; all at once; he faced ahead again and; bending lower in the saddle; began to fling his right arm up and down。 That flinging Venters knew to be the lashing of Bells。 Jerry also became active。 And the three racers lengthened out into a run。

〃Now; Wrangle!〃 cried Venters。 〃Run; you big devil! Run!〃

Venters laid the reins on Wrangle's neck and dropped the loop over the pommel。 The sorrel needed no guiding on that smooth trail。 He was surer…footed in a run than at any other fast gait; and his running gave the impression of something devilish。 He might now have been actuated by Venters's spirit; undoubtedly his savage running fitted the mood of his rider。 Venters bent forward swinging with the horse; and gripped his rifle。 His eye measured the distance between him and Jerry Card。

In less than two miles of running Bells began to drop behind the blacks; and Wrangle began to overhaul him。 Venters anticipated that the rustler would soon take to the sage。 Yet he did not。 Not improbably he reasoned that the powerful sorrel could more easily overtake Bells in the heavier going outside of the trail。 Soon only a few hundred yards lay between Bells and Wrangle。 Turning in his saddle; the rustler began to shoot; and the bullets beat up little whiffs of dust。 Venters raised his rifle; ready to take snap shots; and waited for favorable opportunity when Bells was out of line with the forward horses。 Venters had it in him to kill these men as if they were skunk…bitten coyotes; but also he had restraint enough to keep from shooting one of Jane's beloved Arabians。

No great distance was covered; however; before Bells swerved to the left; out of line with Black Star and Night。 Then Venters; aiming high and waiting for the pause between Wrangle's great strides; began to take snap shots at the rustler。 The fleeing rider presented a broad target for a rifle; but he was moving swiftly forward and bobbing up and down。 Moreover; shooting from Wrangle's back was shooting from a thunderbolt。 And added to that was the danger of a low…placed bullet taking effect on Bells。 Yet; despite these considerations; making the shot exceedingly difficult; Venters's confidence; like his implacability; saw a speedy and fatal termination of that rustler's race。 On the sixth shot the rustler threw up his arms and took a flying tumble off his horse。 He rolled over and over; hunched himself to a half…erect position; fell; and then dragged himself into the sage。 As Venters went thundering by he peered keenly into the sage; but caught no sign of the man。 Bells ran a few hundred yards; slowed up; and had stopped when Wrangle passed him。

Again Venters began slipping fresh cartridges into the magazine of his rifle; and his hand was so sure and steady that he did not drop a single cartridge。 With the eye of a rider and the judgment of a marksman he once more measured the distance between him and Jerry Card。 Wrangle had gained; bringing him into rifle range。 Venters was hard put to it now not to shoot; but thought it better to withhold his fire。 Jerry; who; in anticipation of a running fusillade; had huddled himself into a little twisted ball on Black Star's neck; now surmising that this pursuer would make sure of not wounding one of the blacks; rose to his natural seat in the saddle。

In his mind perhaps; as certainly as in Venters's; this moment was the beginning of the real race。

Venters leaned forward to put his hand on Wrangle's neck; then backward to put it on his flank。 Under the shaggy; dusty hair trembled and vibrated and rippled a wonderful muscular activity。 But Wrangle's flesh was still cold。 What a cold…blooded brute thought Venters; and felt in him a love for the horse he had never given to any other。 It would not have been humanly possible for any rider; even though clutched by hate or revenge or a passion to save a loved one or fear of his own life; to be astride the sorrel to swing with his swing; to see his magnificent stride and hear the rapid thunder of his hoofs; to ride him in that race and not glory in the ride。

So; with his passion to kill still keen and unabated; Venters lived out that ride; and drank a rider's sage…sweet cup of wildness to the dregs。

When Wrangle's long mane; lashing in the wind; stung Venters in the cheek; the sting added a beat to his flying pulse。 He bent a downward glance to try to see Wrangle's actual stride; and saw only twinkling; darting streaks and the white rush of the trail。 He watched the sorrel's savage head; pointed level; his mouth still closed and dry; but his nostrils distended as if he were snorting unseen fire。 Wrangle was the horse for a race with death。 Upon each side Venters saw the sage merged into a sailing; colorless wall。 In front sloped the lay of ground with its purple breadth split by the white trail。 The wind; blowing with heavy; steady blast into his face; sickened him with enduring; sweet odor; and filled his ears with a hollow; rushing roar。

Then for the hundredth time he measured the width of space separating him from Jerry Card。 Wrangle had ceased to gain。 The blacks were proving their fleetness。 Venters watched Jerry Card; admiring the little rider's horsemanship。 He had the incomparable seat of the upland rider; born in the saddle。 It struck Venters that Card had changed his position; or the position of the horses。 Presently Venters remembered positively that Jerry had been leading Night on the right…hand side of the trail。 The racer was now on the side to the left。 Noit was Black Star。 But; Venters argued in amaze; Jerry had been mounted on Black Star。 Another clearer; keener gaze assured Venters that Black Star was really riderless。 Night now carried Jerry Card。

〃He's changed from one to the other!〃 ejaculated Venters; realizing the astounding feat with unstinted admiration。 〃Changed at full speed! Jerry Card; that's what you've done unless I'm drunk on the smell of sage。 But I've got to see the trick before I believe it。〃

Thenceforth; while Wrangle sped on; Venters glued his eyes to the little rider。 Jerry Card rode as only he could ride。 Of all the daring horsemen of the uplands; Jerry was the one rider fitted to bring out the greatness of the blacks in that long race。 He had them on a dead run; but not yet at the last strained and killing pace。 From time to time he glanced backward; as a wise general in retreat calculating his chances and the power and speed of pursuers; and the moment for 
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