The Settling of the Sage | Page 8

after he had remained silent for the space of a minute, sitting in the chair she had indicated and gazing into the fire.
"And I'll have to start it a little different from the way I first counted on," he said. "Have any of the boys mentioned my name to you?"
She shook her head and waited for him to go on.
"You won't care much to hear it," he announced. "I'd thought some of spending two years here under some other name--but perhaps it's better to come out in the open--don't you think?"
The girl had straightened in her chair and was leaning toward him, her face white and her gray eyes boring straight into the man's. She knew now who he was,--the man she had more reason to despise than all others on earth combined. Of the Harris family she knew nothing at all except that her father's lifelong regret had been the fact that the partnership between himself and his oldest friend, William Harris, had never been brought to pass. And this regret had, in the end, led him to try and cement that arrangement in the second generation. Five years before his trail had crossed that of the elder Harris for the first time since he had taken over the Three Bar brand; and when his will had been read she had known that on the occasion of that visit his old friend had played upon this sentiment to trick him into making it. On all sides of her she had evidence that men were wolves who preyed upon the interests of others, and there was not a doubt that the father of the man before her had preyed upon her interests through the sentiment of her parent; no other possible theory could account for the strange disposal of his property, the will dated and signed at the exact time of his visit to the Harrises.
The tenseness of her pose was replaced by lethargic indifference and she relaxed into her chair.
"I've known all the time you would come," she said.
"It's too bad, Billie," he said. "It's tough having me wished on to you this way."
"Don't play that game with me!" she flared. "Of course you've disproved every drop of human decency in advance."
"It sure looms up like that on the surface," he admitted ruefully. "But I didn't have a hand in cinching you this way."
"You could have proved that by staying away. I wrote you a year ago that I'd donate you a half-interest in the Three Bar at the expiration of the time if you'd only keep off the place. But at the last moment you couldn't resist having it all. Ten more days and you'd have been too late."
The man nodded slowly.
"Too late," he agreed and sat looking into the fire.
She had been almost a son to her father, had ridden the range with him, managed the Three Bar during his sickness; and such was her loyalty to his memory that not a trace of her bitterness had been directed toward her parent. He had loved the Three Bar and had always believed that old Bill Harris, its founder, had loved it too. His will had stipulated that half of his property should go to the younger Harris under the condition that the man should make his home on the Three Bar for two out of the first three years after her father's decease. The whole of it was to go to him in case she failed to make her own home at the Three Bar during her co-heir's stay, or in the event of her marriage to another before the expiration of three years.
"Of course I'm tied here for two years," she said. "Or left penniless. If you can make it unpleasant enough to drive me away--which won't be difficult--you win."
"I wouldn't count too strong on that," he counseled mildly.
"Then why did you come?" she insisted. "Half of it was yours by merely keeping away."
"Maybe I'm sort of tied up myself--in ways you don't suspect," he offered.
"Very likely!" she returned; "sounds plausible. You might offer to marry me," she suggested when he failed to answer. "You could gain full possession at once that way."
He removed his gaze from the fire and looked long at her.
"It will likely come to that," he said.
"I'll put a weapon in your hands," she retorted. "Whenever it does come to that I'll leave the ranch--so now you know the one sure way to win."
"I hope it won't pan out like that," he said. "I'll be disappointed--more than I can say."
She rose and stood waiting for him to go.
"Good night, Billie," he said. "I expect maybe things will break all right for us."
She did not answer and he went out. Waddles hailed him in friendly fashion as he passed through the cookhouse, then