"It takes two to make a bargain," she replied, seriously. "I've my part.
Good-by."
Wade watched her lithe stride, and as she drew away the restraint he had
put upon himself loosened. When she disappeared his feeling burst all
bounds. Dragging the dogs inside, he closed the door. Then, like one
broken and spent, he fell face against the wall, with the hoarsely
whispered words, "I'm thankin' God!"
CHAPTER VI
September's glory of gold and red and purple began to fade with the
autumnal equinox. It rained enough to soak the frost-bitten leaves, and
then the mountain winds sent them flying and fluttering and scurrying to
carpet the dells and spot the pools in the brooks and color the trails.
When the weather cleared and the sun rose bright again many of the aspen
thickets were leafless and bare, and the willows showed stark against
the gray sage hills, and the vines had lost their fire. Hills and
valleys had sobered with subtle change that left them none the less
beautiful.
A mile or more down the road from White Slides, in a protected nook,
nestled two cabins belonging to a cattleman named Andrews, who had
formerly worked for Belllounds and had recently gone into the stock
business for himself. He had a rather young wife, and several children,
and a brother who rode for him. These people were the only neighbors of
Belllounds for some ten miles on the road toward Kremmling.
Columbine liked Mrs. Andrews and often rode or walked down there for a
little visit and a chat with her friend and a romp with the children.
Toward the end of September Columbine found herself combating a strong
desire to go down to the Andrews ranch and try to learn some news about
Wilson Moore. If anything had been heard at White Slides it certainly
had not been told her. Jack Belllounds had ridden to Kremmling and back
in one day, but Columbine would have endured much before asking him for
information.
She did, however, inquire of the freighter who hauled Belllounds's
supplies, and the answer she got was awkwardly evasive. That nettled
Columbine. Also it raised a suspicion which she strove to subdue.
Finally it seemed apparent that Wilson Moore's name was not to be
mentioned to her.
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