Oh, You Tex!

descended to a valley draw in which were huddled a score of Mexican jacals, huts built of stakes stuck in a trench, roofed with sod and floored with mud. Beyond thes

e sounds of scraping fiddles and stamping feet. The singsong voice of the c

greeted Rutherford wheezily. "Fall off and 'light

Wilkins, line-ri

at he endeared himself to those at hand, and it was just this spirit that the democratic West would not tolerate. While

obb hadn't room for everybody, so

't get an invite, as you call it. But I'm here." He contri

ight, with that little touch of swagger that captures the imagination of girls. No man in the cow-country dressed like Rutherford Wadley. In the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed are kings,

they might desire. He had come to the dance at Tomichi Cree

admitted she was a charming one. No girl within a day's ride was so courted as she. Compact o

therford, a miracle of supple lightness. A flash of soft eyes darted at t

dley made his way indolently towa

t to Tony, the gir

title ain't clear yet-won't be till the priest has s

ee, se?or,"

lurked the hunger for sex adventure. And this man was a prince of th

but the color was beating warm through her dark skin. The lift of her round, brown throat to an indifferent tilt of the chin was mere pr

hance while the young Mexican was of necessity away fro

in the moonlight, s

an and the woman met and fought. In hers there was a ki

she an

e-afraid to trust yours

re a spur to her quick pride. She rose at once, her bosom

r Mexican mother, but now she carried her slender body as a queen is supposed to but does not. Her heel sank into a little patch of mud w

sh smile from the ripe lips of the little mouth. He understood t

rmat to wipe your feet on, I

Anglo-Saxon. She flashed

e a doormat to anybody. Be warned, se?

w a man who had come out from the house and

, my dear, and ask leave o

wo

hen the woman is Bonita,

the heel of her slipper. For a moment his fingers touched lightly th

ng to be me and you, sw

uggling against herself

d her lips and throat and eyes. The eyes of the watcher

It is not that you do not know Tony is jealous. This is not p

ou!" he laughe

erhaps something deeper, craved satisfaction. She wanted to believe he meant it. Under his ardent gaze the long lashes

y and pushed herself free. Her dilated eyes

by her expression,

im. Wadley lashed out hard with his left and

flung him at full length to the ground.

e knelt, with Tony's dark head in her arms pressed

re all one big lie through and thro

he house. Jumbo pinned Wadley's arms by the e

rumpus?" h

the back," explained Rutherford.

ter light a shuck out o' here. You came

I'll see you at

nd ingratiating. "Because you gave Tony a ra

s filled with sullen resentment. It came to him swiftly

in't welcome, I'll go. But I serve notice right here that any on

d the way to the house. He untied the rein of Ruthe

s!" h

to the saddle. "You're a he

I'm particular about when I use that word

flank of the cow-pony an

some one inquired for To