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Grey, Zane, 1872-1939

"Riders of the Purple Sage"

I intend to stay there. It's so hidden I believe no one
can find it. There's good water, and browse, and game. I want to
raise corn and stock. I need to take in supplies. Will you give
them to me?"
"Assuredly. The more you take the better you'll please me--and
perhaps the less my--my enemies will get."
"Venters, I reckon you'll have trouble packin' anythin' away,"
put in Lassiter.
"I'll go at night."
"Mebbe that wouldn't be best. You'd sure be stopped. You'd better
go early in the mornin'--say, just after dawn. That's the safest
time to move round here."
"Lassiter, I'll be hard to stop," returned Venters, darkly.
"I reckon so."
"Bern," said Jane, "go first to the riders' quarters and get
yourself a complete outfit. You're a--a sight. Then help yourself
to whatever else you need--burros, packs, grain, dried fruits,
and meat. You must take coffee and sugar and flour--all kinds of
supplies. Don't forget corn and seeds. I remember how you used to
starve. Please--please take all you can pack away from here. I'll
make a bundle for you, which you mustn't open till you're in your
valley. How I'd like to see it! To judge by you and Wrangle, how
wild it must be!"
Jane walked down into the outer court and approached the sorrel.
Upstarting, he laid back his ears and eyed her.
"Wrangle--dear old Wrangle," she said, and put a caressing hand
on his matted mane.


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