But I held the herd in a little canyon for a couple of hours while he got old Nelson off the scent. Then we drove 'em across the ridge, down into the desert country west of Mesa Pass. He's going to sell 'em in Mountain City and my share is a good bucking horse, like I told you."
Douglas sat perfectly still, so torn by conflicting emotions that for a time he was speechless. Finally, from the chaos of his mind rose an overwhelming anger.
"Do you think that's a decent thing to do? A girl, running cattle and with a confessed murderer at that? I sure am ashamed of you, Jude!"
"Can you beat a man!" cried Judith to the flaming heavens. "He won't even give me credit for being a cattle wrangler! And he says he loves me!"
Doug's voice was furious. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, stealing cattle and running round with that Inez Rodman!"
"You just be careful of what you say, Doug Spencer!"
"Careful! Why should I be careful You aren't careful!"
"I'm a whole lot better than you, at that! If it's so smart for you to do all these things, why isn't it for me?"
"A woman has to be good. It's her job to be good. If she isn't good in a cattle country like this, everything goes to pieces."
"It's a wonder you men don't set us women an example," said Judith coolly.
"Don't I try to keep you straight?"
"Yeh! A wonderful example you set me!"
Douglas' voice broke with anger. "Don't talk like a fool! The world isn't like that! The women have to be good. The men want 'em to be, no matter how hard
