When they came close to the cabin, Lee Haines drew rein, but Kate motioned
him on.
"Where to?" he called.
"Back to the old ranch," she answered. "We've got to have help."
He nodded in grim understanding, and they headed on and down the slope
towards the valley.
Chapter XXIX. Billy The Clerk
If Sheriff Pete Glass had been the typical hard-riding, sure-shooting
officer of the law as it is seen in the mountain-desert, his work would
have died with his death, but Glass had a mind as active as his hands, and
therefore, for at least a little while, his work went on after him. He had
gathered fifteen practiced fighters who represented, it might be said, the
brute body of the law, and when they, with most of Rickett at their heels,
burst down the door of the Sheriff's office and found his body, they had
only one thought, which was to swing into the saddle and ride on the trail
of the killer, who was even now in a diminishing cloud of dust down the
street. He was riding almost due east, and the cry went up: "He's streakin'
it for the Morgan Hills.
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