almost the only one, among her patrons. Belle
explained this by saying that none of the rest of the ranchwomen would
spend their money for lunch. The truth really was that Belle did not
like women, anyway--Kate she tolerated because she did like her.

It was the day after Tenison's big celebration that Kate rode into town
for the mail, and after some shopping walked down to Belle's for lunch.
Belle was at the butcher shop across the street, telephoning. She came
in after a moment.

"It seems to me you spend a good deal of time with that butcher," said
Kate, significantly.

"Oh, no, he's got a club foot. Has Harry Van Horn been shining up to
you?"

Kate was taken aback, but she had been to blame for giving Belle an
opening and could only enter a confused denial.

"The first serious symptom," said Belle, garrulously, "will be, he'll
have a headache; he'll ask for cold cloths on his forehead. When that
works pretty well he'll tell you your hair is like his sister's and
some evening he'll ask you to take it down. He asked me one night to
take mine down. I handed him my wig. Say! he was the most surprised
man in Sleepy Cat. I've been trying for an hour to get that rascally
milkman on the telephone--there's not a drop of cream in the house.
Well, how are you? Was Tom Stone home when you left?"

One question followed another. Kate had not only not seen the ranch
foreman--she had not heard of the excitement of the night before. From
Belle she got the details of Stone's attempt to kill Laramie. The
story lost nothing in Belle's hands. She had heard all versions and
was pretty good at story telling herself.

"After McAlpin picked up Stone's gun Laramie told him to turn it over
to Luke; and he told Luke not to give it back to Stone till this
morning--I guess they hid Stone last night." She wound up with an
abusive fling at Doubleday's foreman. "What do you keep such a beastly
critter around for?" she asked, looking at Kate hard for an answer.

Humiliated at the recital, Kate thought it time to say something
herself: "Why do you ask me a question like that?"'

Belle arched her eyebrows belligerently. "Why shouldn't I?" she
demanded. And bridling with further criticism of Stone and by
implication of those that employed him, she let fly again.

Kate tried to ignore her outburst: "You know perfectly well," she said
firmly, "I have nothing to say about the ranch or how it is run, or who
runs it. And I do