"I couldn't help it. I thought I'd lost you, and then you came, and--and then I wanted to hurt you, and I did. I don't know what I'd have done if you'd gone away. For I do love you, boy!" Loudon held her close as the dark head snuggled against his shoulder. "I know," said he, soberly. "I guess I've always loved you," murmured Kate, "I must have. I--I hate myself when I think of--of Blakely. I found out what he was while he was lying here wounded. He was delirious and he spoke of a woman, another man's wife, named Marie, down on the Sweetwater. Oh, it was awful--what he said. I can't tell you. It--it woke me up. Then I knew what I had lost when you left the ranch. You'll never leave me again, will you?" "Of course I won't!" It was a large wedding for the Lazy River country. Scotty Mackenzie privately informed Jack Richie that he didn't know, the marriage might turn out all right, but Kate was such a good-looker, and he'd always mistrusted good-lookers himself. Scotty's pessimism was pardonable. He had lost a good employee, while Mr. Saltoun was the gainer by an excellent range-boss. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's Paradise Bend, by William Patterson White