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〃Jane； I won't take either；〃 said Venters； emphatically。 〃I wouldn't risk losing 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。〃
She clasped his hand； turned quickly away； and went down a lane with the rider。
Venters rode to the barn； and； leaping off； shouted for Jerd。 The boy came running。 Venters sent him for meat； bread； and dried fruits； to be packed in saddlebags。 His own horse he turned loose into the nearest corral。 Then he went for Wrangle。 The giant sorrel had earned his name for a trait the opposite of amiability。 He came readily out of the barn； but once in the yard he broke from Venters； and plunged about with ears laid back。 Venters had to rope him； and then he kicked down a section of fence； stood on his hind legs； crashed down and fought the rope。 Jerd returned to lend a hand。
〃Wrangle don't git enough work；〃 said Jerd； as the big saddle went on。 〃He's unruly when he's corralled； an' wants to run。 Wait till he smells the sage！〃
〃Jerd； this horse is an iron…jawed devil。 I never straddled him but once。 Run？ Say； he's swift as wind！〃
When Venters's boot touched the stirrup the sorrel bolted； giving him the rider's flying mount。 The swing of this fiery horse recalled to Venters days that were not really long past； when he rode into the sage as the leader of Jane Withersteen's riders。 Wrangle pulled hard on a tight rein。 He galloped out of the lane； down the shady border of the grove； and hauled up at the watering…trough； where he pranced and champed his bit。 Venters got off and filled his canteen while the horse drank。 The dogs； Ring and Whitie； came trotting up for their drink。 Then Venters remounted and turned Wrangle toward the sage。
A wide； white trail wound away down the slope。 One keen； sweeping glance told Venters that there was neither man nor horse nor steer within the limit of his vision； unless they were lying down in the sage。 Ring loped in the lead and Whitie loped in the rear。 Wrangle settled gradually into an easy swinging canter； and Venters's thoughts； now that the rush and flurry of the start were past； and the long miles stretched before him； reverted to a calm reckoning of late singular coincidences。
There was the night ride of Tull's； which； viewed in the light of subsequent events； had a look of his covert machinations； Oldring and his Masked Rider and his rustlers riding muffled horses； the report that Tull had ridden out that morning with his man Jerry on the trail to Glaze； the strange disappearance of Jane Withersteen's riders； the unusually determined attempt to kill the one Gentile still in her employ； an intention frustrated； no doubt； only by Judkin's magnificent riding of her racer； and lastly the driving of the red herd。 These events； to Venters's color of mind； had a dark relationship。 Remembering Jane's accusation of bitterness； he tried hard to put aside his rancor in judging Tull。 But it was bitter knowledge that made him see the truth。 He had felt the shadow of an unseen hand； he had watched till he saw its dim outline； and then he had traced it to a man's hate； to the rivalry of a Mormon Elder； to the power of a Bishop； to the long； far…reaching arm of a terrible creed。 That unseen hand had made its first move against Jane Withersteen。 Her riders had been called in； leaving her without help to drive seven thousand head of cattle。 But to Venters it seemed extraordinary that the power which had called in these riders had left so many cattle to be driven by rustlers and harried by wolves。 For hand in glove with that power was an insatiate greed； they were one and the same。
〃What can Oldring do with twenty…five hundred head of cattle？〃 muttered Venters。 〃Is he a Mormon？ Did he meet Tull last night？ It looks like a black plot to me。 But Tull and his churchmen wouldn't ruin Jane Withersteen unless the Church was to profit by that ruin。 Where does Oldring come in？ I'm going to find out about these things。〃
Wrangle did the twenty…five miles in three hours and walked little of the way。 When he had gotten warmed up he had been allowed to choose his own gait。 The afternoon had well advanced when Venters struck the trail of the red herd and found where it had grazed the night before。 Then Venters rested the horse and used his eyes。 Near at hand were a cow and a calf and several yearlings； and farther out in the sage some straggling steers。 He caught a glimpse of coyotes skulking near the cattle。 The slow sweeping gaze of the rider failed to find other living things within the field of sight。 The sage about him was breast…high to his horse； oversweet with its warm； fragrant breath； gray where it waved to the light； darker where the wind left it still； and beyond the wonderful haze…purple lent by distance。 Far across that wide waste began the slow lift of uplands through which Deception Pass cut its tortuous many…canyoned way。
Venters raised the bridle of his horse and followed the broad cattle trail。 The crushed sage resembled the path of a monster snake。 In a few miles of travel he passed several cows and calves that had escaped the drive。 Then he stood on the last high bench of the slope with the floor of the valley beneath。 The opening of the canyon showed in a break of the sage； and the cattle trail paralleled it as far as he could see。 That trail led to an undiscovered point where Oldring drove cattle into the pass； and many a rider who had followed it had never returned。 Venters satisfied himself that the rustlers had not deviated from their usual course； and then he turned at right angles off the cattle trail and made for the head of the pass。
The sun lost its heat and wore down to the western horizon； where it changed from white to gold and rested like a huge ball about to roll on its golden shadows down the slope。 Venters watched the lengthening of the rays and bars； and marveled at his own league…long shadow。 The sun sank。 There was instant shading of brightness about him； and he saw a kind of cold purple bloom creep ahead of him to cross the canyon； to mount the opposite slope and chase and darken and bury the last golden flare of sunlight。
Venters rode into a trail that he always took to get down into the canyon。 He dismounted and found no tracks but his own made days previous。 Nevertheless he sent the dog Ring ahead and waited。 In a little while Ring returned。 Whereupon Venters led his horse on to the break in the ground。
The opening into Deception Pass was one of the remarkable natural phenomena in a country remarkable for vast slopes of sage； uplands insulated by gigantic red walls； and deep canyons of mysterious source and outlet。 Here the valley floor was level； and here opened a narrow chasm； a ragged vent in yellow walls of stone。 The trail down the five hundred feet of sheer depth always tested Venters's nerve。 It was bad going for even a burro。 But Wrangle； as Venters led him； snorted defiance or disgust rather than fear； and； like a hobbled horse on the jump； lifted his ponderous iron…shod fore hoofs and crashed down over the first rough step。 Venters warmed to greater admiration of the sorrel； and； giving him a loose bridle； he stepped down foot by foot。 Oftentimes the stones and shale started by Wrangle buried Venters to his knees； again he was hard put to it to dodge a rolling boulder； there were times when he could not see Wrangle for dust； and once he and the horse rode a sliding shelf of yellow； weathered cliff。 It was a trail on which there could be no stops； and； therefore； if perilous； it was at least one that did not take long in the descent。
Venters breathed lighter when that was over； and felt a sudden assurance in the success of his enterprise。 For at first it had been a reckless determination to achieve something at any cost； and now it resolved itself into an adventure worthy of all his reason and cunning； and keenness of eye and ear。
Pinyon pines clustered in little clumps along the level floor of the pass。 Twilight had gathered under the walls。 Venters rode into the trail and up the canyon。 Gradually the trees and caves and objects low down turned black； and this blackness moved up the walls till night enfolded the pass； while day still lingered above。 The sky darkened； and stars began to show； at first pale and then bright。 Sharp notches of the rim…wall； biting like teeth into the blue； were landmarks by which Venters knew where his camping site lay。 He had to feel his way through a thicket of slender oaks to a spring where he watered Wrangle and drank himself。 Here he unsaddled and turned Wrangle loose； having no fear that the horse would leave the thick； cool grass adjacent to the spring。 Next he satisfied his own hunger； fed Ring and Whitie and； with them curled beside him； composed himself to await sleep。
There had been a time when night in the high altitude of these Utah uplands had been satisfying to Venters。 But that was before the oppression of enemies had made the chang