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She took the costume and held it while Rina began to undress。 Rina turned her back as she slipped out of her dress and struggled into the tight…fitting costume。 〃Whew！〃 she gasped。 〃Maybe I shouldn't have eaten those sandwiches！〃
Ilene stepped back and studied the costume。 〃Better step up on the pedestal；〃 she said。 〃There are a few things I'll have to do。〃
Quickly she chalked out the alterations。 〃O。K。；〃 she said。 〃Let's try the next one。〃
Rina reached behind her to unfasten the hooks。 One of them stuck。 〃You'll have to help me； Ilene。 I can't get out of this thing。〃
Rina stepped down from the pedestal and turned her back to Ilene。 Deftly Ilene freed the hook。 The cloth parted quickly and her fingers brushed against Rina's naked back。 They tingled with the firm； warm touch of her flesh。 Ilene felt the rush of blood to her temples。 She stepped back quickly as if she had touched a hot iron。 Too many times had she been tempted to let a thing like this get her into trouble。 It had taken too many years to get this job。
Rina dropped the top of the costume to her waist and struggled to get the tights over her hips。 She looked at Ilene。 〃I'm afraid you'll have to help me again。〃
Ilene kept her face a mask。 〃Step back on the pedestal；〃 she said through stiff lips。
Rina got back on the pedestal and turned toward her。 Ilene tugged at the garment； her fingers burning where they touched Rina。 At last； the tights gave way and Ilene felt Rina shiver as her hand accidentally brushed the soft silken pubis。
〃Are you cold？〃 Ilene asked； stepping back。
Rina stared at her for a moment； then averted her eyes。 〃No；〃 she answered in a low voice； stepping out of the tights。 She picked them up and held them toward Ilene。
Ilene reached for the costume； touched Rina's hand and suddenly couldn't let it go。 She looked up at Rina steadily； her heart choking inside her。
Rina shivered again。 〃No；〃 she whispered； her eyes still looking away。 〃Please； don't。〃
Ilene felt as if she were in a dream。 Nothing seemed real。 〃Look at me；〃 she said。
Slowly Rina turned her head。 Their eyes met and Ilene could sense her trembling。 She saw Rina's nipples burst forth upon her breasts like awakening red flowers on a white field。
She moved toward her and buried her face in the pale soft flax between her hips。 They were very still for a moment； then she felt Rina's hand lightly brushing across her hair。 She stepped back and Rina came down into her arms。
Ilene felt the hot tears suddenly push their way into her eyes。 〃Why？〃 she cried wildly。 〃Why did you have to marry him？〃
As usual； Nevada awoke at four thirty in the morning； pulled on a pair of worn Levi's and went down to the stables。 As usual； on his way out； he closed the connecting door between their rooms to let Rina know he had gone out。
The wrangler was waiting with a steaming mug of bitter black range coffee。 Their conversation followed the routine morning pattern as Nevada felt the hot coffee scald its way down to his stomach。
The mug empty； and Nevada in the lead； they walked through the stable； looking into each stall。 At the end was Whitey's stall。 Nevada came to a stop in front of it。 〃Mornin'； boy；〃 he whispered。
The palomino stuck its head over the gate and looked at Nevada with large； intelligent eyes。 It nuzzled against Nevada's hand； searching for the lump of sugar it knew would appear there。 It wasn't disappointed。
Nevada opened the gate and went into the stall。 He ran his hands over the sleek； glistening sides of the animal。 〃We're gettin' a little fat； boy；〃 he whispered。 〃That's because we haven't had much to do lately。 I better take you out for a little exercise。〃
Without speaking； the wrangler handed him the big saddle that lay crosswise on the partition between the stalls。 Nevada slung it over the horse's back and cinched it tight。 He placed the bit in the mouth and led the animal out of the stable。 In front of the white…painted wooden building； he mounted up。
He rode down the riding trail to the small exercise track he had built at the foot of the hill in back of the house。 He could see the gray spires of the roof as he rode past。 Mechanically he put the horse through its paces。
The item he had read in Variety came to his mind。 His lip curved at the irony。 Here he was with the biggest…grossing picture of the year and not once during that whole period had anyone approached him about beginning another。 The day of the big Western movie was over。 It was too expensive。
At least he wasn't the only one； he thought。 Mix； Maynard； Gibson； Holt … they were all in the same boat。 Maynard had tried to fight it。 He made a series of quickies for Universal； which took about five days to plete。 Nevada had seen one of them。 Not for him。 The picture was choppy and the sound worse。 Half the time； you couldn't even understand what the actors were saying。
Tom Mix had tried something else。 He'd taken a Wild…West show to Europe and； if the trade papers were right； he and his horse； Tony； had knocked them dead。 Maybe that was worth thinking about。 The troop he had on the road was still doing all right。 If he went out with it； it would do even better。 It was that or take up the guitar。
That was the new Western … a singing cowboy and a guitar。 He felt a vague distaste even as he thought about it。 That chubby little Gene Autry had made it big。 The only problem； he'd heard from one of the wranglers； was to keep him from falling off his horse。 Tex Ritter was doing all right at Columbia； too。
Nevada looked up again at the house。 That was the biggest stupidity of all … a quarter…million…dollar trap。 It took more than twenty servants to keep it running and ate up money like a pack of prairie wolves devouring a stray steer。 He quickly reviewed his ine。
The cattle ranch in Texas had just started to pay off when the depression hit and now he was lucky if it broke even。 His royalties on the sale of Nevada Smith toys and cowboy suits had dwindled as children shifted their fickle loyalties to other stars。 All that was left was his share of the Wild…West show and the Nevada divorce ranch。 That brought in at most two thousand a month。 The house alone cost him six thousand a month just to keep going。
Rina had offered to share the expenses but he'd refused； feeling it was a man's responsibility to pay the bills。 But now； even with the bank loans for The Renegade paid off； he knew it wouldn't be possible to keep the house going without dipping further into his capital。 The sensible thing was to get rid of it。
He'd have to take a loss。 Thalberg over at Metro had offered him a hundred and fifty thousand。 That way； at least； he'd save the broker's fee。
He made up his mind。 There was no use sitting around； waiting for the telephone to ring。 He'd go out on the road with the show and sell the house。 He began to feel better。 He decided to tell Rina when she got back from the studio that night。
The telephone on the pole against the far rail began to ring loudly。 He walked his horse over to it。 〃Yes？〃
〃Mr。 Smith？〃
It was the voice of the butler。 〃Yes； James；〃 he said。
〃Mrs。 Smith would like you to join her for breakfast in the Sun Room。〃
Nevada hesitated。 Strange how quickly the servants recognized who was important in the family。 James now used the same distant formal manner of speaking to him that he had once used in speaking to Rina。
He heard the butler clear his throat。 〃Shall I tell Mrs。 Smith you will be up； sir？〃 he asked。 〃I think she's expecting some photographers from Screen Stars magazine。〃
So that was it。 Nevada felt a stirring of resentment inside him。 This was the first time in months that Rina had called him for breakfast and it took a publicity layout to do it。 Almost immediately； he regretted the way he felt。 After all； it wasn't her fault。 She'd been working day and night for months。
〃Tell her I'll be up as soon as I stable the horse；〃 he said。
〃Just one more shot of you pouring coffee for Nevada；〃 the photographer said； 〃and we're finished。〃
Nevada picked up his cup and extended it across the table to Rina。 She lifted the silver coffeepot and poised it over the cup。 Professionally and automatically； the smiles came to their lips。
They'd gone through the whole routine。 The picture of Rina frying bacon and eggs while he looked over her shoulder at the stove； the burned…toast bit； the popping of food into each other's mouth。 Everything the readers of fan magazines had e to expect from movie stars。 This was supposed to give them the homey touch。
There was an awkward silence for a moment after the photographers picked up their gear and left。 Nevada spoke first。 〃I'm glad that's over。〃
〃So am I；〃 Rina said。 She hesitated； then looked up at the wall clock。 〃I'd better get started。 I'm due in make…up at seven thirty。〃
She started to get up but the telephone near her began to ring。 She sat down again and picked it up。 〃Hello。〃
Nevada could hear a voice crackle through the receiver。 Rina shot him a funny look； then spoke into the telephone again。
〃Good morning； Louella；〃 she said in a sweet voice。 〃No； you didn't wake me up。 Nevada and I were just having breakfast。 。。。 Yes； that's right … The Girl on the Flying Trapeze。 It's a wonderful part。 。。。 No； Norman decided against borrowing Gable from Metro。 He says there's only one man who could do the part justice。 。。。 Of course。 Nevada； it's a natural for him。 Wait a minute； I'll put him on and let him tell you himself。〃
She covered the mouthpiece with her hand。 〃It's Parsons；〃 she whispered quickly。 〃Bernie decided yesterday he wanted you to play the part of the stunt…rider。 Louella's checking on the story。〃
〃What's the matter？〃 Nevada asked dryly。 ''Wouldn't MGM lend him Gable？〃
〃Don't be silly！ Get on the phone。〃
〃Hello； Louella。〃
The familiar； sticky…sweet voice chewed at his ear。 〃Congratulations； Nevada！ I think it's just wonderful that you're to play opposite your lovely wife again！〃
〃Wait a minute； Louella。〃 He laughed。 〃Not so fast。 I'm not making the picture。〃
〃You're not？〃 Another Parsons scoop was in the making。 〃Why？〃
〃I've already agreed to go out on the road with my Wild…West show；〃 he said； 〃And that will keep me tied up for at least six months。 While I'm away； Rina will look for another house for us。 I think we'll both be more fortable in a smaller place。〃
Her voice was businesslike now。 〃You're selling Hilltop？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃To Thalberg？〃 she questioned。 〃I heard he was interested。〃
〃I don't know；〃 he said。 〃Several people have expressed interest。〃
〃You'll let me know the moment you decide？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃There's no trouble between you two？〃 she asked shrewdly。
〃Louella！〃 He laughed。 〃You know better than that。〃
〃I'm glad！ You're both such nice people；〃 she said。 She hesitated a moment。 〃Keep in touch if there's any news。〃
〃I will； Louella。〃
〃Good luck to both of you！〃
Nevada put down the telephone and looked across the table。 He hadn't meant for it to e out this way； but there was nothing that could be done about it now。
Rina's face was white with anger。 〃You could have told me about it before you told the whole world！〃
〃Who had the chance？〃 he retorted； angry despite himself。 〃This is the first time we've talked in months。 Besides； you might have told me about the picture。〃
〃Bernie tried to get you all day yesterday but you never came to the phone。〃
〃That's a lot of crap；〃 he said。 〃I was home all day and he never called。 Besides； I wouldn't have his handouts … or yours either； for that matter。〃
〃Maybe if you took your nose out of that damn stable once in a while； you'd find out what was going on。〃
〃I know what's going on；〃 he said angrily。 〃You don't have to start acting like a movie star。〃
〃Oh； what's the use？〃 she said bitterly。 〃What did you ever marry me for？〃
〃Or you me？〃 he asked； with equal bitterness。
As they stared at each other； the truth suddenly came to both of them。 They had married because they both knew they had lost each other and wanted desperately to hold onto what was already gone。 With the knowledge； the anger dissipated as quickly as it had e。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he said。
She looked down at the coffeepot。 〃I am； too。 I told you I was a spoiler； that I wou