Chapter 8
"YOU DON'T DARE!"THE stage lurched down the steep and tortuous gradient of Hell's
Bend Pass, bumped through the rutty gap at the bottom and swung
onto the left fork just beyond. The right fork was the regular
stage route to Hendersville. The left hand road led to town, too,
but over Bar Y property and past the home ranch.
The driver never came this way unless he had passengers, express
or important messages for the ranch, though the distance was no
greater and the road usually in better repair. Today he had a
telegram for Diana Henders.
There was a brief pause as he drew up his sweating team in the
road before the ranch house, yelled to attract the attention of a
ranch-hand working about the corrals, tossed the envelope into the
road and then, with a c***k of his lon
