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All that was needed now was a west wind.
And here came the assurance of it.
The valley appeared hazy and smoky, with slow, rolling clouds low down where
the line of fire moved. The coming of daylight paled the blaze of the grass,
though here and there Slone caught flickering glimpses of dull red flame. The
wild stallion kept to the center of the valley, restlessly facing this way and
that, but never toward the smoke. Slone made sure that Wildfire gradually gave
ground as the line of smoke slowly worked toward him.
Every moment the breeze freshened, grew steadier and stronger, until Slone saw
that it began to clear the valley of the low-hanging smoke. There came a time
when once more the blazing line extended across from slope to slope.
Wildfire was cornered, trapped. Many times Slone nervously uncoiled and
recoiled his lasso. Presently the great chance of his life would come--the
hardest and most important throw he would ever have with a rope. He did not
miss often, but then he missed sometimes, and here he must be swift and sure.


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