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THE
NIGHT
CHEYENNE
HOWLED
By W arren Black
CHAPTER I
Hell Warmed Over
HE heat bore down like molten iron, and the abrasive sound of hoofs
T rose through the clouding dust. Nate Cardell shifted in the scalding
wet leather, and raised his broad bulk on cramped legs. Saddle-hardened
as he was, he felt split to the shoulders, sun-blinded and choking with al
kali.
At the head of the little column, Niles Terence and Hook Breason
reined up on the naked spine of a ridge. Fanned out on either side, the
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12 EXCITING WESTERN
others sat staring at the vast blistered “But where we going to spend all our
wastelands, spread like some grotesque money, boss?” inquired Choya Valdez,
relief map before them. Seven riders— grinning and happy-go-lucky, finding a
six men and a woman—and four pack- joke in all things.
horses. “ It’ll keep,” Niles Terence told him.
“ There she is—the Strip,” said Hook “ Plenty of time to enjoy it later.”
Breason, blunt fingers rubbing a stubbled
jaw. T WAS ironical, though, Cardell re
“ Looks like hell burnt out and warmed
over,” grumbled old Frank Hildner. “ The
I flected wryly, falling in behind with
Frank Hildner. Loaded down with wealth
land God forgot and nobody else would from banks and stage-coaches and trains,
take.” they had come to this barren sun-blasted
“ Safe, though,” Niles Terence said, slim country in the northwestern comer of
and erect, and with his pleasant smile. Arizona, where money was virtually use
“Twenty thousand square miles that the less. A final resort and refuge, with all
law never touched and never will,” Nevada and Utah and New Mexico up in
Deak Fenray laughed mockingly and arms after them.
pulled at his sharp beak of a nose. “Why That last job, the one Terence and
should the law bother? Anybody living Breason had insisted on against the will of
here’s worse off than they’d be in jail.” the others, had nearly finished them. They
Choya Valdez’s laugh was as gay as al had ridden one cavvy of horses almost to
ways. “You never been in Yuma, amigo. death, stolen this bunch at gun point from
You wouldn’t talk like that if you had.” a livery bam in St. George, and shot their
“But what can people do here?” asked way out of town. A close call all around.
Kate Moran, surveying the tortured land They were fortunate to be alive, even in
scape with dismay. this isolated hell-hole, A tight-knit outlaw
“Raise cattle and horses,” Nate Cardell band packing a fortune, with nowhere left
said, slow and easy. “ Don’t ask me what to go but the Arizona Strip.
they feed on, though.”
Once more Cardell wondered what he
He had expected desolation, but nothing was doing with this crew, outside of the
the equal of this. It far surpassed all other law. He was fond of the girl, Kate Moran,
desert wildernesses he had known, weird regardless of her infatuation for Niles Ter
ly broken, ridged and gullied and pot- ence. He liked old Frank Hildner and
holed, raw and ugly. A bleak sun-scorched young Choya Valdez, but he had no use
terrain, twisted and crumpled and gashed, for the sly coyote-faced Deak Fenray. As
faulted and upthrust and cratered like the for Terence and Hook Breason, he could
moon. admire and respect their courage and wits
The riders had halted at the northern and fighting ability, but he could not like
rim of the Strip. In the south, it was cut them as men. Breason was too brutal, and
off from the rest of Arizona by the fabu Terence was fully as ruthless, in a more
lous Grand Canyon of the Colorado River. refined manner.
“Let’s go,” Hook Breason said, urging Well, Cardell was with them, as guilty
his jaded mount forward down the boul as they were, and it was too late for regrets
der-scattered slope. A big rugged man, or thoughts of turning back. He had
crag-faced and rock-jawed, driving against shared in the plunder. The blood of the
all the odds of nature and humanity and men they had killed was on his head, as
fate. well as theirs, although Cardell hadn’t
Niles Terence smiled. “ Others live here, shot to kill when they had been forced to
and so can we.” In spite of trail dust, fur fight their way out after holdups. Yet the
nace-heat and the rigors of a forced march brand of killer was on him, and he would
across arid wastes, he somehow managed be shot down or strung up as fast as any
to look groomed and cool and immaculate. of them. The bottle was to blame, of
S IX G U N S— S I X G R A V E S! 13
course, as it had been for all of Cardell’s J J I L D N E R told Cardell “Mormons
misfortune. opened up the Strip to graze their
Whisky had cost him his girl and his last stock in the Sixties, Dixie Mission Mor
riding job, and had got him into that gun- mons, they called ’em, pioneering the
fight with Curly Forbes. Then 'Niles Ter south end of Utah. St. George, where we
ence and his gang had saved Cardell from got the horses, was their main settlement.
the posse that was out to avenge Forbes’s Fredonia, over east of here in the Strip,
death, and Cardell had fallen in and drift was settled by Mormon wives, come across
ed along with the Terence outfit from one into Arizona to get clear of the law and
robbery to another. have their babies. Used to call it the Lamb
Built strong and solid, with thick black ing Grounds.” Hildner chuckled and spat
hair, steady brown eyes, and a square tobacco juice through his stained gray
somber face, Cardell looked like a man whiskers. “Nobody ever come here unless
without weakness, thoroughly master of they was running away from something.”
himself. But he was flawed by that one Cardell was surprised and interested in
failing—a thirst for liquor, which he the old-timer’s recollections, but Hildner
couldn’t always curb and control and fell abruptly silent after this one informa
which controlled him. tive outburst. They passed a few aban
Frank Hildner turned his gaunt mahog doned cabins and shacks, crumbling and
any face to Cardell, as they jogged down half-buried by sand drifts, the moldering
the long grade, his faded eyes pale in the remnants of their rainwater tanks still in
dark weathered skin. evidence.
“ Bad country, Card, for a bunch like The bunch camped out that first night,
this. Somebody’ll crack and break. There’ll on a bench wooded with mesquite in the
be trouble a-plenty here.” He wagged his lee of a ridge overlooking the sage and
gray head morbidly. sand flats. At Frank Hildner’s suggestion,
“Where else could we go, Frank?” they avoided the deep arroyos, because of
asked Cardell. the danger of flash floods in this country.
Hildner shrugged his sagging shoulders. Around the fire that evening, Cardell
“Don’t know, Card. But this ain’t good. I studied his companions, their features
can feel it inside me.” etched in ruddy light and shadow.
Cardell had something of the same pre Kate Moran was a tall, lithe, handsome
monition, but there was no sense in brood girl, with chestnut hair fired to red-gold
ing about it. “ Cheer up, Frank. We’ll in the glare, features fine and clear, eyes
come out of it one way or another, just blue-gray, and a mouth wide and expres
wait and see.” sive. A nice girl, betrayed by her emotions,
“Maybe,” Hildner muttered. “Maybe by her love for Terence. It was easy to
I’m just tired—and old.” see why women went for the graceful, deb
They were heading into the Pakoon, the onair Niles Terence. He was darkly good-
western edge of the Strip, Frank Hildner looking with his steel-gray eyes, winning
said, the most God-forsaken part of the smile, and natural charm. He did every
whole area. Dry arroyos and sand gullies thing with a certain flair that marked him
snaked crazily among great thrusting apart. His slightest move seemed classical.
masses of malachite and sandstone, and But Niles Terence was no good for Kate
seared brown hillsides were studded with or anyone else, strictly for himself in the
rock pillars of violent colors. Gnarled for final analysis, Cardell estimated.
ests of Joshua trees stretched away in the Hook Breason was all brute strength
distance, and here and there patches of and driving power, as arrogant and de
grass marked tiny springs or creeks. To structive in actuality as he appeared to
the east was the Parashaunt, and beyond be in face and raw-boned form. Physically
that section loomed the 8,000-foot bulk of stronger than Terence, but less intelligent
Mt. Trumbull wtih its lava beds. and therefore less dangerous, Deak Fen-
14 EXCITING WESTERN
ray was weasel-sleek and sharp. Evil E TOSSED the small buckskin pouch
showed in his beaked face and bitter black
eyes, in the insolence of his buck-toothed
H to Niles Terence, who was watching
him with cold amusement.
smile. Those three were the real bad men “Everything always goes in the pot,
of the outfit, professional killers and ban Deak,” said Hook Breason, his face ugly.
dits by wilful choice and nature. “ I know, Hook. I never hold out noth
Choya Valdez, a slight wisp of a laugh ing. Just plumb forgot this.” Fenray was
ing boy, with black curls and brilliant calmly at ease again, but his dark glance
liquid-fire eyes, loved the excitement and flickered to Valdez’s laughing Latin fea
action more than the spoils. He was more tures.
like a rebellious and adventuresome Frank Hildner nodded at Cardell, as if
school kid than a wicked outlaw, and Car- to say, The first breach. Watch it grow
dell thought there was a great deal of wider and deeper.
good in this youngster of mixed blood. Kate Moran rose and skirted the firelit
And old Frank Hildner wasn’t essential circle, to sit down beside Cardell. She
ly bad either. He had tried to live honestly, came to him at times, as if wearied of the
but it hadn’t seemed to pay off in his case. others, and her conversation with Cardell
The breaks always had gone against him, was lightly pleasant and gratifying. The
favoring more unscrupulous and greedy girl seemed to sense a difference in this
men. In middle-aged disgust, after many mild, quiet man, a broader interest and
heart-breaking setbacks and failures, understanding of life and people and
Frank Hildner had finally turned against events, an innate decency and sympathy
law and order. that the others lacked. It was casual and
Cardell himself was an outlaw by acci meaningless, but Niles Terence’s gray
dent more than by design. Bereft of his eyes were on them with cool superior tol
girl and his job and on a prolonged bender, erance. Terence was too self-assured to be
forced into a whisky-inspired gun battle, jealous, yet it sometimes irked him when
he had become a fugitive after killing his Kate devoted herself to another man, and
man in a fair standup fight. Grateful when he had observed it was usually Cardell
Terence and his riders rescued him from whom she sought.
that posse, saving his life without any Slightly uncomfortable under the scruti
doubt, Cardell had agreed to join them for ny, and annoyed with himself for being so,
a caper or two. Once started, there had Cardell was relieved when Terence sug
been no stopping. He had been riding out gested it was time to hit the blankets.
side the law for over a year now, a full- The men stood watch in their customary
fledged bandit at twenty-eight. order, with Deak Fenray having the first
They divided the take from their last sentry shift.
job. a bank robbery, around the campfire Cardell lay awake in his bedroll, trust
that night. It was better for each man to ing Deak less than ever now. Fenray had
carry his own, in case they had to split up killed men for smaller reasons than Val
in scattered flight. Terence and Kate and dez had given him tonight. The sky over
Breason took one half, the other four shar the Strip was unnaturally bright and clear,
ing the remainder. the stars sparkling with ethereal bril
When the money had been distributed, liance, the moonlight having an almost
Choya Valdez smiled at Fenray. tangible quality that picked out the finest
“Didn’t you pick up a little bag of gold details of mesquite leaves, cactus spines,
in that last place, Deak?” mica-flecked stones and pebbles, even
Fenray glared at him, with murder in grains of sand.
his black eyes, then forced a laugh and Cardell wondered just how much cash
turned to his saddle-bags. “Forgot all he had in his money-belt and wallet and
about it. Ain’t much but it goes into the saddle-bags. He had lost track of it recent
split.” ly. It had ceased to be important. Once it
SIX GUNS— SIX GRAVES! 15
■would have meant a new start in life, a beer, if you like.”
spread of his own with cattle wearing his “A true oasis,” declared Valdez in de
iron; a freighting business, a store or sa light, and Cardell felt a familiar craving
loon, some kind of private enterprise. And flash in his dry throat.
after a while, a wife and family. Niles Terence escorted Kate to the door,
Now it meant nothing, particularly out held open by Naylor, and Hook Breason
here. He must have close to fifty thousand, and the rest filed inside after them. The
even after all he had blown on whisky interior was dim and relatively cool,
and gambling and women in the wild crammed with merchandise and supplies
towns. Yet he was poorer than he had ever of all kinds, with a store counter to the
been before, in this aimless, wandering left, and a bar on the right.
life. It was more than they had hoped for in
the Strip. Their sun-blackened faces were
pleased and relaxed, as they paced about
to stretch and ease saddle-cramped limbs
CHAPTER II
and bodies. A real well-stocked store and
barroom, with real glass windows in the
Oasis in the Wasteland thick log walls.
A short fat woman with a plump, jolly
face joined the proprietor, beaming at the
N the third afternoon, they came upon new arrivals.
O the first evidence of human habita
tion in the Pakoon, although they had seen
“Ma Nails,” said Naylor, with quiet
pride and affection, his gnarled hand on
herds of wild horses and half-wild cattle her full, rounded shoulder. “ And the
in the distance. A long, low, main building young Naylors—Judy and Bob,”
of logs faced a creek that was thinly A blonde girl of about twenty, and a
fringed with willow and alder and salt skinny tow-headed boy of maybe fifteen
cedar. A bam and sheds of plank con had entered from the living quarters in
struction were behind the log house and the left wing. They stood smiling shyly
horses were in a corral formed by upright behind their parents. A nice family group,
poles and brush. In the background stock Cardell thought. The girl was pretty and
drifted and grazed in sun-cured grass. well-formed, almost beautiful in the bloom
A lean, lanky man with sparse white of youth, and the eyes of the riders lin
hair and chin whiskers framing his bony, gered on her.
red-bronzed face, appeared in the main Hunger was plain on the rough face of
doorway of the trading post. Breason and the sharp features of Fen-
“Light and rest, out of the sun,” he ray, while Terence’s gray gaze was coolly
drawled, with a homely smile of welcome, appraising. Choya Valdez showed a quick
as they drew up at the hitch-rack. “Food boyish interest, bowing and smiling his
and drink inside, if you care for it. Name handsomest for Judy Naylor. Old Frank
of Naylor. They call me Nails to my face, Hildner was beyond more than a casual
Old Nails to my back.” fatherly regard for youthful femininity.
His friendliness seemed genuine, Car- Cardell himself saw the Naylors as a close
dell thought, as he swung down and tied family unit, rather than as individuals.
his slate-gray gelding loosely to the worn The beer Was warm but good, soothing
bleached rail. It was good and reassuring their parched throats, and the whisky was
to encounter other human life in this vast, full of fire and authority. Cardell was con
empty desert. templating his second glassful of liquor
“You mean something to drink besides when Terence said in an undertone, “Take
water, senor?” asked the grinning Choya it easy on that, Card.”
Valdez. Cardell nodded, without resentment, se
“Sure do,” Naylor said. “Whisky and cure in his knowledge that the mood for
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heavy drinking was not on him. “ Sure, a lot of iron, ain’t they, Rawhide?” He
Niles,” he said evenly. glanced at the lean wiry man on his left,
Most of the time Cardell could handle who went on munching tobacco and
the stuff all right. Only at long intervals squinting at the occupants of the room.
did the madness grip him, and drive him “ Got a right purty gal with ’em too, huh,
to empty botte after bottle in a kind of Montana?” The squat, bow-legged man at
desperate search for oblivion. his right nodded and said, “Reckon they’re
Ma Naylor and her children had retired, all right, Buff.”
leaving Old Nails behind the bar, Cardell Buffalo grunted and scratched his
stood between Valddz and Hildner at one brown whiskers. “If they ain’t, they won’t
end, with Breason and Fenray lounging last long here, Monty, and that’s what
at the other, while Terence sat at a table ever.”
with Kate Moran. Rawhide grinned and spat accurately at
“ Where do your customers come from, a brass cuspidor. “Let’s try some of Nails’s
Nails?” inquired Cardell. store rotgut, boys. It ain’t much after
“More folks in the Pakoon than you’d drinking our own, but it’s a change any
figure,” Naylor said. “Pretty scattered, how.”
but they all get in here every so often.” Niles Terence got up and stood slim and
“How do you get your goods in here?” graceful before them, motioning Breason
asked Hildner. and Fenray to make room at the bar. “I’m
“ Freighter comes in about once a month. buying, gentlemen. Step up and order."
It costs some, and that’s why my prices “Right generous of you, friend,” said
are high. I been called a robber, but I Buffalo. “Business must be good on the
never try to hold people up. Can’t operate outside.”
without making a decent profit, that’s all.” “It was,” Terence admitted. “Until it got
a bit too warm for comfort.”
AYLOR asked no questions himself. “You come to the right place, if you’re
He knew what generally drove men on the dodge,” Montana said. “ The law’ll
into the Strip, and riders like these didn’t never get this far into the Strip.”
wear two guns for show. The presence of “It’ll come some day, you mark my
Kate plainly puzzled him a little. It took word,” growled Buffalo. “All these two-
the strong love of a strong woman to make bit tinhorn badmen crowding in here ain’t
her follow a man into the Pakoon, and no help neither.” He glared at Terence.
girls who rode with brush-runners like “You sure there ain’t nobody on your
these men weren’t apt to qualify, as a rule. tracks, sonny?”
But this girl might be tougher than she “ If there was you wouldn’t have caught
looked. She rwde like a man, and could us sitting here on our hands,” Niles Ter
probably use that Colt she packed. ence told the big man.
They had heard no hoofbeats outside, no “Planning on squattin’ here?” Buffalo
sounds of approach. It was a complete sur demanded.
prise when the back door opened, and “Questions like that aren’t polite in the
three men pushed in with guns in hand. Pakoon,” said Terence.
“Just set tight till we get a good look at Buffalo bellowed with laughter. “ Polite
you,” said the big burly man in advance, ness ain’t necessary when you got the
shaggy brown head and beard thrust at drop, son. But we’ll let that pass and do
them. some drinking. Fill ’em up all around
“Now, Buffalo, you put up them irons,” again, Nails, and leave a few' bottles out
Naylor said. “There ain’t anybody here handy. On me from here on, friends. Hos
wants trouble with you.” pitality of the Strip.”
Laughter rumbled from the bearded The three old-time fugitives were af
giant. “They don’t look like law, but you fable enough, once the whisky was flowing
can’t always tell, Nails. They’re carrying freely and they were convinced that the
new arrivals were brother outlaws. When ericking and long-roping to get started,
the veteran trio was leaving, after loading but I never saw a rancher yet that didn’t.”
up with provisions, Buffalo invited all The sound of hoofbeats brought the slim
hands to come up and visit their domain quick Rawhide to a front window. “Just
in the hills, drink some real home-made that young Kid Lonesome,” he reported,
firewater and look over their herds of cat with a casual gesture. “ Coming to court
tle and horses. Judy Naylor, I reckon.”
“We come here to get away from the “Well, he’s a mighty nice boy, Raw-
lawdogs,” said Buffalo, grinning through hide,” said Naylor, and turned to explain
his beard, “ and we end up making an hon to the others. “Real name of Steve Elrod.
est living here. Maybe we done some mav- Comes and goes all the time, always riding
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alone. Don’t know what he’s dodgin’ , but hardly man enough, button, to come call
it can’t be anything very bad. Steve’s a ing on a girl like that one.” With a few
good, solid boy.” drinks down, Fenray always turned mean
and hunted for trouble, his hatchet-face
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22 EXCITING WESTERN
Valdez leaped down and landed with both across his cayuse and rope it to the saddle.
knees on Fenray’s chest, left hand on Fen- It was better to hide or bury him in some
ray’s gun wrist, right hand gripping the remote canyon than to leave him out here
throat. on the open plain. There’d be hell to pay
Deak Fenray heaved and squirmed and soon enough, without asking for it at
kicked, but Valdez held him pinned se once.
curely, increasing the pressure. Fenray That damn Deak Fenray had fixed
let go of the gun and lay motionless, his everything up fine, and on their first time
beaked face swollen purple. out in the Strip. Maybe Cardell and the
“All right, Choya, let him up,” Niles other two had been right, at that. This
Terence ordered. bunch didn’t need any stock or any more
Valdez climbed off and Fenray got up money. They should have bought a herd,
slowly, sobbing for breath and rubbing his if they wanted to start ranching. The
neck. When he bent to retrieve his gun, he Strip was their final sanctuary, and it
nearly fell on his bloated bleeding face. wasn’t going to last long, at this rate.
Weapon in hand, he looked questioningly Probably this old-timer had been known
at Terence, who said: and liked by everybody in the whole Ari
“Holster it, man! How much of a damn zona Strip.
fool can you be?” Cardell rode with his eye on Fenray,
“ Cardell—hit—me,” panted Fenray. and spoke warningly to Valdez. “Don’t
“ I don’t blame him,” Terence said. “If turn your back on that buzzard, Choya.”
I’d been close enough I’d have hit you my The hurt in Cardell’s right hand was a
self. There was no need of killing that old good feeling. He had been wanting to slug
gaffer.” Fenray for a long time.
“Valdez—jumped me—too,” sobbed “You sure hit him a beauty, Card,” said
Fenray, stumbling toward his horse. Valdez, teeth shining white in his dark
“ Sure, to keep you from shooting some face.
body else, you maniac,” Niles Terence said “You lit on him real pretty yourself,
bitingly. “What the hell’s happened to you, Choya.” Cardell grinned.
Deak? You never were too bright, but I “I should’ve shot him,” Choya Valdez
never saw you act this foolish.” said, features turning solemn. “I’m going
“He— saw us. Got a good look— at all of to have to sooner or later, Card—if he
us. Couldn’t let him—go.” Deak Fenray don’t get me first.”
was pleading now, baffled and panicky at
They buried the rancher in a deep nar
having Terence turn against him.
row arroyo, tangled with brush and weeds
“ Climb up and shut up,” Hook Breason and strewn with rocks, and turned his ca
put in. “We ought to leave you out here on yuse loose. They neared their new home
foot, for pulling that one. Come on, let’s in the Pakoon by moonlight, driving a
round up them cattle again.” couple of hundred head of cattle wearing
“I’ll get even—with Cardell—and Val three different brands—Hog Eye, Three
dez,” muttered Deak Fenray, still strug Feathers and Scissors. The herd was
gling for air as he hauled himself into sad turned into a box canyon floored with yel
dle. low sun-cured grass, some distance from
“You’ll shut your damn-fool mouth, or the ranch.
I’ll bend a gun-barrel over your thick “Well, it’s started now,” old Frank Hild-
head!” Hook Breason snarled. “ Ride now ner said, as he unsaddled his mount beside
and round up them cows you scattered all Cardell. “ We had a good safe hideout
over the country.” here, and we had to go and spoil it. They
think these old settlers in the Strip won’t
HILE the others went on to re fight, they’re crazier’n coots. Buffalo and
W gather the cattle, Niles Terence
paused to throw the old rancher’s body
his pards maybe get away with it, taking
a little at a time, not killing anybody. But
SIX GUNS—SIX GRAVES! 23
this mad-dog pack we’re runnin’ with sters. There were three riders all right,
ain’t going to last, Card. Not here and not but they turned out to be Buffalo and
anywhere else either.” Rawhide and Montana, waving a friendly
Deak Fenray was bragging that he could greeting.
transpose those three brands into Spanish Cardell automatically slipped his guns
Bit or almost anything that Niles Terence in their sheaths, and noticed that Niles
wanted, within reason. Terence and Frank Hildner were doing
“That’ll do lots of good,” Hildner grum likewise, as they sat their mounts and
bled under his breath. “ Deak’s dead al watched the approaching trio. Fenray rose
ready, only he don’t know it. We’re all from the smoky heat and dust of the
dead men.” branding pit, and strode to the stump on
“Not yet, Frank,” Cardell said sooth which the gun-belts of the ground-men
ingly. “ Let’s not lay down and die until were draped, followed more deliberately
somebody puts us down.” by Breason and Valdez.
“Don’t pay no attention to me, Card,” “Well, well, you don’t waste no time,
sighed Hildner. “Old men get morbid, I boys,” boomed Buffalo jovially, and then
guess.” his bearded face changed abruptly, as he
Kate Moran wasn’t at home. The log scanned the herd and read some of the
house seemed empty and cheerless. Car brands. “ I hope you paid for them critters
dell realized, with some surprise, that he though.”
had been worrying about the girl all day, “It’s none of your business,” Niles Ter
and her absence took all the pleasure out ence said coldly. “But we did.”
of this homecoming. “That’s good,” Buffalo said. “In all our
time here, we never meddled none with
Hog Eye herds. Old Pat Flanagan’s one of
the first and best cattlemen in the Strip,
CHAPTER IV and everybody thinks a lot of him. The
last rannies that tried to run off Hog Eye
Storm Brewing stock ended up drug to death or hung by
the neck.”
“ These are bought and paid for, Buf
falo,” said Terence.
HEN the bunch began rebranding
W the cattle in that box canyon, Car
dell did the cutting out, Terence and Hild
“I sure hope so,” Buffalo said. “Hate to
see you boys get off on the wrong foot
here. Most of these two-bit outfits are too
ner the roping and stretching out, while
lazy and easy-going to do anything about
the powerful Breason and wiry Valdez
losing a few head, but the whole strip
pinned and held the steers for Deak Fen
backs Flanagan and Hog Eye.”
ray to apply the running iron and knife. If
Fenray didn’t alwayse achieve a perfect Deak Fenray spoke sullenly from the
Spanish Bit, he blotted the original brands stump where his belted guns were hang
and attained a reasonable facsimile of the ing within easy reach, “You ain’t doubt
mark Terence had mentioned at random, ing our word, are you?”
which was intricate enough for their pur “ Why no, son,” said Buffalo, gazing
poses. Altering earmarks was simple for down at the men on foot. “ No call to hump
a man of Fenray’s talent. your back up and spit fire. We come
Cardell’s slate-gray gelding proved a friendly-like and we’ll give you a hand
good cutting horse, and he was enjoying with ’em, if you want.”
the hard work when he saw dust pluming “We don’t need no help,” Fenray said.
up at the mouth of the canyon. Holding “Why don’t you ride—”
the gray in, he watched the dust swirl Niles Terence’s voice lashed out, “ Shut
closer, expecting to see Kate Moran up, Deak!” And then, as Hook Breason
emerge, perhaps with the Naylor young raised a mighty fist, as if to clout Fenray
24 EXCITING WESTERN
from behind, “ Hold it, Hook!” He smiled The stocky Montana nodded, shifting
aplogetically at the three mounted veter his chew. “I’ve seen ’em that couldn’t
ans. “ I don’t know what’s eating these stand it out here. Too far away from the
boys of mine.” bright lights and hurdy-gurdies, the sa
Buffalo spat in Fenray’s direction. loons and gambling tables and fancy
“ Maybe they’re too tough to be friends. houses, I reckon. Maybe he’s one of them
Maybe they’re too tough for Arizona jaspers.”
Strip,” “We’ll be drifting along,” Buffalo said.
Deak Fenray, broken buck-teeth bared “ Come up our way sometime, when you
in a snarl, snatched at one of the hol- get settled good. But don’t bring that or
stered guns on the stump. nery one with the woodchuck teeth. The
Cardell never saw a faster saddle draw rest of you’ll be welcome any time at all.”
than Rawhide made then, his bullet sear The three old-time bad men wheeled
ing Fenray’s hand and spraying splinters their mounts and rode out of the canyon.
across that vulture-face. Even so, Fenray Deak Fenray clambered slowly upright,
had cleared his Colt and was swinging it massaging the back of his neck and the
into line when Hook Breason’s fist center of his spine, but Hook Breason was
chopped the back of his neck. holding on to Deak’s gunbelt, refusing to
Fenray dropped to his knees and sagged give it up.
against the stump, still straining to get that “ That’s the idea, Hook,” said old Frank
gun up, but Choya Valdez raised a high- Hildner. “He ain’t fit to wear guns.”
heeled boot and drove it into the middle Fenray transferred his glare of hatred
of Fenray’s spine with crushing force. from Valdez to Hildner.
Deak Fenray groaned, fell against the Niles Terence reined over to him and
stump, and rolled over onto his back in the said, “ About one more mistake, Deak, and
grass, moaning and gasping for breath. it’ll be your last.”
Valdez kicked the gun out of Fenray’s “Who’ll brand your stock, Niles?” asked
grasp. Fenray slyly.
After that single shot, Raw'hide held his “To hell with the stock,” Terence mur
fire, although he had Fenray and the other mured. “I wish they were back in the
two ground-men helpless under his gun. Parashaunt where they belong. Let’s call
Buffalo and Montana had drawn, almost it a day.”
simultaneously with Cardell and Terence, When they rode into the ranchyard, two
while old Frank Hildner brought his .44 riders were coming downstream from the
out in a belated motion. But all of them north, and Cardell saw that it was Kate
were holding their hammers back under Moran and the young fellow called Kid
firm thumb-joints. Lonesome. He also saw the tightening of
Niles Terence’s handsome features, the
HE horses pranced and shifted nerv narrowing of those steel-gray eyes.
T ously, scuffing up dust. And some of
the cattle had started running.
More trouble, thought Cardell. When
things break loose, there’s going to be one
Cardell snapped the tension, speaking hell of an explosion in the Strip.
from a taut dry throat. “W e’ve got nothing Kate and Steve Elrod were chatting and
to fight about here.” laughing as they rode. Terence threw off
“True, son,” agreed Buffalo. “ But you and left his big bay for the other men to
got one bad actor there.” He waved his attend to, striding toward the house to
barrel at the prostrate Fenray, then hol- await the coming of those two riders.
stered his weapon, as did the other riders. “Gimme my guns back, Hook,” begged
“Afraid you’re right, Buffalo,” said Deak Fenray. “This Kid Lonesome could
Niles Terence. “ Sorry this had to happen. be the law, for all we know. I can’t go
He’s been acting loco ever since we hit the around without my guns, Hook. I feel
Strip.” naked as a jaybird.”
SIX GUNS—SIX GRAVES! 25
» Hook Breason laughed, “Too bad about U.S. marshal now, would you, young
you, Deak. You’d probably shoot this kid feller?”
first, and then try to find out if he’s a law
man or not. I’m keeping your guns— and
your carbine, too. You’re too quick on the STEVE ELROD laughed, with a note of
strain. “Not that I know of. Just a
trigger to be toting loaded weapons.” fiddle-foot. Long on time and short on
At the house, Cardell found Niles Ter brains, I reckon.”
ence and Steve Elrod talking beneath the Deak Fenray must have been encour
brush ramada, but Kate had gone inside. aged and inspired by Breason’s question
Cardell was relieved to find things on a ing of the tall tow-headed young man.
friendly basis, superficially at least. He Cardell felt someone closing up behind
wanted to see the girl, but it wouldn’t be him, and was turning when Fenray
SixqsihhuAk, $ jcwl
wise to rush right into the house after her. reached out and ripped the Colt from the
Exchanging greetings with Elrod, he holster on Card’s right thigh.
stood there and shaped a cigarette, joined Cardell slashed down with his right
in a few minutes by Hildner and Breason, hand, the side of it slicing viciously across
Valdez and Fenray. Fenray’s forearm. The gun blared, bright
“ See you’ve started stocking the ranch,” and loud, into the earthen floor of the
Steve Elrod drawled, and Cardell felt the porch. Completing his pivot, Cardell
stiffening of his companions. “ Noticed the lashed his big left fist into Fenray’s face,
herd when I rode by the canyon this morn feeling the solid shock ripple up his arm.
ing. Surprised to see old Pat Flanagan Head jerking, Fenray lurched back
selling, but maybe he needs cash for some ward, the gun exploding aimlessly into
thing. Great old man, Pat, isn’t he?” the air. He struck the upright post at the
“ Seemed to be quite an old boy,” Ter outer corner, with such impetus that it
ence agreed. broke in the middle, brush and dirt from
“I’m on my way to see him,” Elrod said. the ramada pouring down over him.
“Have a lot of fun listening to Pat’s yams. Sprawled on his shoulders and blowing
He’s got a million of ’em, and they’re all blood in a scarlet spray, rolling and
good.” threshing in the dusty debris from above,
“What you doing in the Strip anyway?” Fenray was still gripping Cardell’s gun
Hook Breason asked bluntly. until Choya Valdez leaned over and
“Nothing much.” Elrod looked faintly wrenched it out of his hand. Scrambling
surprised at this breach of Western eti to his feet at last, Deak Fenray made a
quette. “Drifting around, prospecting wobbling turn and staggered off in a splay
some, hunting a little. Had a little money legged trot toward the barn and corral.
left me, and I like these out-of-the-way “ That does it,” Niles Terence said,
places.” drawing his right-hand gun. “That’s one
“Ain’t much to hunt here—but out too many for him.” Terence was leveling
laws,” Breason said. “You wouldn’t be a off to shoot Fenray in the back, when the
26 EXCITING WESTERN
cool drawling voice of Steve Elrod froze they heard the quickly receding beat of
him motionless. hoofbeats, and knew that Fenray was
“Hold on, Terence. You can’t shoot a riding out. Hook Breason and Choya Val
man down like that.” Somehow, without dez started to rise, but Terence motioned
seeming to stir a muscle, Elrod had thrown them back onto their packing-box chairs
his Colt clear of leather and lined it on and to go on eating.
Niles Terence. “Let him go. It’s good riddance, boys.”
“ But he was going to kill you!” Terence
said, shaking his shapely dark head in
wonder. BREASON was swinging his head like
an enraged bull. “We could use that
“He didn’t, though,” said Elrod. “Thanks full share he’s carrying, Niles,” he pro
to Cardell there. Shall we holster these tested.
irons?” “It’s worth more’n that to get rid of
Niles Terence shrugged. “Why not?” him Hook,” said Terence, laughing soft
Kate Moran appeared in the doorway, ly. “And he probably won’t go beyond
gray-blue eyes anxious, arms spread to getting dead-drunk at Naylor’s bar any
either side of the entrance, fine breasts way. He hasn’t got the guts to trave]. the
lifted high under the soft flannel shirt. Strip alone.”
“Nobody hurt,” Terence told her. “No Cardell was thinking gloomily, If Fen
damage, Kate— except to the porch roof ray gets liquored-up at Naylor’s, he’ll no
and that post. Your friend Cardell swings doubt make a few lecherous passes at
a heavy fist.” that pretty little blonde Judy girl. I think
“I’ll be riding along,” Steve Elrod said. maybe Choya and I’d better take a ride
“It’s a long ways to Pat Flanagan’s Hog up that way this evening to make sure his
Eye layout. I’ll tell Pat his cattle have a foolishness don’t go too far.
good new home here.” “When Kid Lonesome finds Pat Flana
“Yeah, you do that,” growled Hook gan missing,” said Breason, “he’ll be right
Breason, forcing a grin. back here with a big posse.”
“Won’t you stay for supper, Steve?” “We don’t have to be here waiting for
inquired Kate. them,” Choya Valdez said.
“No, thank you, ma’am.” Elrod shook “ Sure won’t be, if we got the brains
his blond head. “Got to be making some we was born with,” grumbled old Frank
time eastward. See you all later.” With Hildner.
a lazy salute, he stepped lightly into Terence laughed again. “What you boys
saddle, and they watched him ride slowly worrying about? We’ve got twenty thou
out of the yard. sand square miles to run and hide in,
“You going to let him go, Niles?” de without any law to fret us.”
manded Breason, hands on his gun butts, “Don’t underestimate Steve Elrod,
jaws bulging with muscle. “You know Niles,” warned Kate Moran.
what it means?” “ I never underestimate anybody, Kate,”
“They’d be coming sooner or later anyr said Terence. “Especially a man that can
way,” Terence said. hold your interest and light up your
“What we going to do then?” asked eyes.”
Hook Breason, still staring hungrily at “ If a woman of mine ever looked at a
Elrod’s high rangy back. gazabo like that, I’d tear her arms off and
Niles Terence smiled faintly and spread beat her brains out with the bloody
his hands. “Well, we can fight or we can stumps,” Hank Breason declared, half
run, boys. But right now we’re going to leering—half scowling.
eat some supper, if Kate’ll get it ready Smiling sweetly, Kate remarked, “A
for us.” woman of yours—if any—would look at
Deak Fenray didn’t show up for the anything else in the world, Hook. Just to
evening meal. They were at the table when rest her poor half-blind eyes.”
SIX GUNS—SIX GRAVES! 27
there after her, Senor Nails?” asked Val
dez, with his easy, charming smile.
CHAPTER V “ I wouldn’t tell the other one where she
was,” Naylor said. “But I’ll say Yes, to
One Down— Five to Go
you. I think I can read men pretty good,
after all these years.”
“Thank you, senor,” said Choya. “With
IDING upriver, with the sudden a fine lady like your daughter I am al
R desert night dark and cooling and
washed with starshine around them, Car-
ways a gentleman. With the other kind—
quien sabe? I won’t be long. Leave a little
dell and Valdez saw the lights of the whisky in the bottles, Card.” Flashing his
trading post blooming ahead, with a smile, Valdez walked out with fluid grace.
warmth and cheer that was like the Nay “I want to thank you for keeping Kate
lor family itself. Choya Valdez was eager here last night, Nails,” said Cardell.
to see Judy again. She had been in his “It was nothing,” Naylor said. “We en
mind since that first day, and he hummed joyed her company. She’s a nice young
a lilting love song as they jogged along woman, but— Well, it’s not my affair,
the rutted wagon road. Cardell was silent but it surprises me to see a girl like her
and troubled, aware of impending disas riding with men like them other three.
ter and death, thinking of Kate Moran, I place you and the young Mexican and
whom they had left back there with Ter the old-timer in a different class.”
ence and Breason and Hildner. “Thank you, Nails,” said Cardell.
There were no horses at Naylor’s tie- “Your judgment is good—and not because
rails, either front or back of the long it flatters me. There is a difference. We
rambling log structure, and no customers are split up, three on a side. And Kate
in the store or bar-room, they saw as has been too much under Terence’s spell
they dismounted. Fenray must have rid to know where she belongs.”
den on. Naylor nodded his white head. “ I’ve
Old Nails greeted them with his natural known a lot of good men, outside of the
friendliness, white hair and chin whiskers law. Men like old Buff and Monty and
gleaming in the lamplight. Rawhide, for instance. We see all kinds
“Yes, your friend was here, banged-up of ’em in the Pakoon. Some real bad, some
some and still bleeding a mite, but he maybe driven to it, one way and an
bought some whisky and went along. other.”
Wanted to buy some guns, but I wouldn’t Outside the moon had risen above the
sell him any. Told him I was all out. He eastern ramparts and the vast peak of Mt.
had murder in his face, boys, and I wasn’t Trumbull, and was gilding the stream as
putting any guns in his hands.” Choya Valdez neared the tree-bordered
“A good thing, Nails,” said Cardell. bank. A horse neighed and pawed the
“He’s a wild one, worse’n ever lately. brush in a dark thicket, and the sounds
We had to take his guns away from of some kind of a struggle reached his
him.” ears. Drawing his right-hand gun, Val
They had a few leisurely drinks, and dez paced forward with a light, careful
Choya Valdez politely inquired as to the tread, breaking into a run when a low,
welfare and whereabouts of the family choked feminine cry went up from the
in general and Judy in particular. willows and alders before him. Deak
“She took a walk down by the creek, I Fenray must have doubled back and dis
believe,” Naylor said, a slow smile crin covered Judy Naylor at the river!
kling his leathery cheeks. “ She was a Beneath a lance-leafed cottonwood,
little put out today because Steve Elrod transformed to glittering silver by the
took a fancy to your Kate Moran.” moonbeams, Deak Fenray had forced the
“Would it be all right if I walked down girl back over a boulder, crushing her
2g EXCITING WESTERN
tight and straining greedily toward her caught the upthrusting wrist in his left
ripe mouth and terrified face. Judy was hand, and ripped his right fist into Fen-
writhing and struggling frantically against ray’s bruised face, his right knee rising
his embrace, her golden head flung back to the man’s groin. The knife flew clear
to avoid his kiss. in a brilliant arc. as Fenray rocked back
“Let her go and stand back, Deak!” ward and doubled up with tearing an
ordered Valdez crisply, eyes like black guish.
liquid-fire, and fury flaming all through Valdez was in, catlike, striking swiftly
his slender body. with both hands, straightening Fenray
up and beating him backward down the
ENRAY twisted to look over his shoul
F der, teeth jagged between swollen,
gashed lips, welted nose jutting like the
gradual slope toward the creek. Deak
Fenray tottered on the brink, and Valdez
lunged headlong, hooking a shoulder into
beak of a carrion bird. Releasing the girl, Fenray’s chest and driving him over back
he turned and stumbled away from the ward.
rock, spreading his open palms and pant They landed in the shallows, with Val
ing: dez on top and Fenray flattened against
“I ain’t got a gun! Don’t shoot me, th rocky bed of the stream, splashing and
Choya! Don’t kill me without a chance. rolling and floundering apart from the
I’ll ride out, Choya! I’ll keep going this jarring impact. Valdez wallowed upright
time.” near midriver, the water up to his arm-
Valdez uttered a snorting laugh, sheath pits and the current tugging at him.
ing the gun and fumbling with his belt Swimming and wading shoreward, he
buckle. saw Fenray rear up in front of him, a
“I’ll give you a chance, Fenray,” he good-sized boulder raised overhead. As
said, teeth on edge. “ I’ll kill you with my the boulder came hurtling at him, Valdez
bare hands!” flung himself backward and submerged,
The belt and guns dropped to the the heavy missile jolting his hip beneath
ground. Deak Fenray charged at him in the surface, its impetus lessened by the
stantly, a steel blade glimmering wicked water.
ly in his hand. Plunging toward shore again, Valdez
Judy tried to scream, her cry faint dived flatly along the surface and grap
from exhaustion, as the two men collided pled onto Fenray before Deak could re
in the leaf-patterned moonlight. Valdez gain his balance. Planting his boots on
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SIX GUNS—SIX GRAVES! 29
the pebbled bottom, Valdez heaved and Valdez was somehow upright again, stag
dragged Fenray out into greater depths, gering weakly in to the shore and up the
slugging and wrestling him down in under sloping bank.
water. They lost contact once more, com There, as he was about to fall full
ing up gasping and spouting, to blunder length, Judy Naylor caught him in her
into another sodden clinch, striking and strong young arms, lowering his drenched
clawing, kneeing and kicking, as they and exhausted form tenderly to earth.
whirled about in the current. She held him there in an effort to warm
Waterlogged and breathless, buffeted and comfort and restore him, for Judy
by boulders, they fell shoreward this time too had been remembering, and wanting
and emerged in shallower going. Valdez to see the slim, handsome, smiling Choya
felt as if he weighed a ton, his arms and Valdez again.
legs too heavy to move, but the sight of
that vulture-face fired him with new
strength and hatred.
Smashing at it, his blows feeling slow
BACK in the barroom, Cardell was
growing restless, impatient, and
tired of drinking alone. Old Nails had
and ponderous but landing squarely, he stepped out back for something, leaving
knocked Fenray back and down. Valdez the rear door ajar. Cardell was about
tripped and fell on top of him, locking a ready to move out front and yell for
left-handed clutch onto Fenray’s throat Choya, when he heard slow muffled hoof-
and clubbing his right fist into the gro beats and then voices in the back yard,
tesque ruins of that evil beaked face. Naylor’s raised unnaturally high, as if in
Deak Fenray was helpless now, sobbing warning:
and pleading pitifully, but there was no “ Long wavs from Hog Eye, ain’t you,
mercy for him left in Choya Valdez. Fas Tonk?”
tening both hands on Fenray’s neck, Val Alerted at once, Cardell listened in
dez ground the man’s head into the sand tently for the reply.
and stones of the river bed, holding him “ There’ll be a lot more along in a
under water until his frenzied struggles couple days, Nails. Hope you got plenty
ceased and there was no life left in the whisky on hand.”
battered hulk of Deak Fenray. “What’s bringing ’em out of the Para-
Then Fenray’s body was gone, drifting shaunt into the Pakoon, Tonk?”
downstream toward the distant Grand “ Old Pat Flanagan’s horse came home
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LL this day it had been warm, ter the ranch buildings. It snatched the dry
A ribly warm, but toward evening the
sky began to gather gray shreds and it
leaves still clinging to the trees and rattled
them across the ground. Before nightfall,
wove them into a soggy gray blanket. there would be the first winter snow.
The wind began to whisper up the gulley It was almost sunset when I cut three
fnd whine softly around the corners of fast horses out of the remuda and hid
MISSION FOR A STRANGER 39
them in the bam next to the road. I was She’s twenty and old enough to judge
walking across the ranch yard to the and care for herself; but it still gave me a
house when I saw the horse and rider certain inward fear to watch the way she
top the hill; hardly more than a black had taken up so freely with this stranger.
speck against a rapidly darkening sky. Maybe it was the way she had let Drake
For the first time in my life I felt a grow Hunt hold her so close at the schoolhouse
ing fear from watching a stranger ap dance last week. Maybe times have
proach my place. Always before I had changed, I thought, but I’d better have a
made them welcome. talk with her, anyway.
Marion, my wife, was standing in the “ Evening,” the stranger said, when he
kitchen doorway, watching him too, and put the buckets down on the table out
I gave her a quiet signal. Seconds later side the kitchen porch and waited for me
she hurried out the front door with a to give him an invitation to dismount.
small hook rug across her arm and she “ Light and eat,” I said, moving up to
flung it angrily across the front yard them. There were still traces of gay laugh
fence. When she returned to the house ter in Luetta’s face at something this
she gave me a sharp thoughtful look to stranger had said. But I took a good look
let me know that this business wasn’t all at the stranger’s face and there was no
finished yet. laughter there. His face was a stern mask
“Better set another place at the table,” and there were deep lines around his
I called to her as she went into the house. mouth. The way a man’s face will look
The rider was still paused on top of the when there is grim work just ahead for
hill and he appeared to be giving my place him. His eyes, gray as steel dust, moved
a careful survey—as if he were looking around the ranch yard and touched each
for one ranch in particular. Then he turn building with a careful study.
ed his horse and began a careful descent “Thanks,” he answered, sliding from his
down the steep slope. My ranch buildings saddle. “ I’m—er—Bud Lewis and I’m glad
were scattered along a natural bench that to know you folks.” He said all this with
was halfway up on the east hill. In be out pleasure.
tween the two long hills, the creek had “Paul Darsey,” I told him. “You can
cut a twisted V-slash, and further up the put your horse in the north corral there
slope, on this side, was the well. and you’ll find feed in that barn there.”
I watched him water his horse at the
creek. The stranger sat tall in his saddle, WATCHED him lead his horse away.
a young man, lean and hard-muscled. I
could see the dark blotch on his hip that
I Ever since we’d been here, riders
had stopped by as they drifted through.
was a six-gun and in the deliberate way It was the custom of the country and they
that he rode I received the impression expected to be put up for the night, and
that he was riding toward me expecting I was glad to have them. All kinds of men
trouble. It was plain that he was no ordi had stopped here and I studied each one.
nary cowhand just drifting through, rid Men on the dodge had been just as wel
ing the winter grub line. He had come to come as those who stood on the other
my ranch with a purpose. side of the badge. But most of them had
Luetta, my daughter, was down at the just been drifting cowboys riding the grub
well drawing water. The stranger rode line. Before tonight, I’d made them all
up, and without dismounting, picked up welcome.
the buckets from the well curbing. He After they’d gone, I would mull over
started up the path, carrying a bucket in everything I knew about the man until
each hand, Luetta walking beside his I could draw some satisfactory conclusion
horse. I felt my body stiffen when I heard about him. What he was; where he was
her easy laughter break into the night’s going and where he had come from. When
stillness. your nearest neighbor is thirty miles away
40 EXCITING WESTERN
and you seldom see him, someone coming know what it meant. Luetta darted into
in and bringing fresh gossip and the latest the house, slamming the kitchen door the
news, no matter who it is, is welcome. way she had always done since she was a
Their coming is something that livens up small girl. I heard her footsteps clatter up
the month’s routine. the stairs and Marion’s patient call, “ Lu
Some would come and talk about the etta, come help with supper.” And from
places they’d been to; the various cow her room I heard Luetta’s faint, “ In a
outfits that they had worked for. Those minute,”
were the ones I envied, the ones who Bud Lewis put his saddle in the bam
had done a lot of traveling. Marion and I and stopped in the open doorway to roll
were married when I was eighteen and I a cigarette; another excuse to stand there
didn’t get a chance to do much drifting. and make a careful survey of each build
Then there were others; the ones that sat ing. I knew he had stayed in the corral
so they could watch out the window while long enough to read the brands on each
they ate, and then would slip quietly horse there. The horses I had ridden were
away long before dawn. Maybe, months in the south barn on the other side of
later, when I went to town, someone the house.
would ask me. He started toward me and stopped short
“Did you see a feller riding a Running in surprise when his roving glance touch
W roan come through here? They hung ed the rug on the fence. He gave me a
him over in Marysville for robbing the quick look and smiled; then he let that
stage.” unreadable mask drop across his face
That was the way it went. Their horses again and he came up and stood beside
and the way they rode them; the way me. I could feel the fear inside of me
they dressed and the way they acted told growing, a tight knot deep in my stomach,
me more about them than perhaps any and now I wished I hadn’t been so quick
thing they could ever say. The winter days in accepting some people’s offers.
are short and the nights are long and I We heard the sound of hoofs beating
have a lot of time to sit beside the kitchen against the frost-bound road and Bud
stove and think and wonder about the turned toward it with a quick motion that
men that came here riding the winter was like the cutting of a knife, his body
grub line. taut and his hand dropping to his gun.
I studied Bud Lewis as he unsaddled I felt my own body stiffen, and the
and took care of his horse. He was too cold air going through my clothing
well dressed to be just a common cow fanned the hot sweat that ran down my
hand and his saddle was an expensive ribs. The rider came nearer, still hidden
one, not built for heavy roping or hard in the twilight.
cow work. He wasn’t jumpy and he didn’t My breath eased and my body relaxed.
have the haunted look that men do who “ Drake Hunt,” I said, feeling better.
ride the dark trails. But Bud Lewis wasn’t “ I know his horse’s gallop. He’s calling
his real name. I could tell that by the way on Luetta.”
he had hesitated when he said it. Bud Lewis turned toward me; his hand
“Is he going to stay all night?” Luetta’s still rested on his gun and his lips were
voice held a teasing ring and her eyes set in an odd twisted expression. “Were
were shining with a gay light that I didn’t you expecting someone else?” he asked
like one bit. curtly.
“ You know he is,” I answered sharply. I felt my own eyes waver beneath his
“ Go in and help your mother with sup searching glance. He was a little taller
per.” than I am and he had a way of tipping
I took another look at the road and at his head down at me. He had come here
the rug hung on the fence, hoping that for a purpose and he didn’t trust me. It
Bud Lewis wouldn’t see it or else wouldn’t was plain in his actions; in every move-
M ISSIO N FOR A STRANGER 41
ment of his lithe and powerful body. finding a buyer who would pay him higher
than market prices. It was something none
E SCRAPED the mud from his fancy of us could figure out.
H boots onto the flat rock that served
for a door step and he stepped up on the
Bud Lewis was watching Drake with
a narrowed-eyed interest. Drake came
back porch. I kept my eyes toward the striding across the yard with that slight
horse sounds coming down the road and swagger of his. As usual he was wearing
I said as quietly as I could, “ Stranger, I his fancy pearl-handled revolvers. These
allow no guns to be taken into the house. guns weren’t the ones that had killed the
There’s a nail by the door that you can Lazy T puncher last year. A short-barrel-
hang your gunbelt on.” led thirty-eight hidden in Drake’s coat
He gave me a curt glance, hesitated a pocket had done that. The puncher had
made the mistake of watching Drake’s
moment, and unstrapped his gunbelt. He
had the light motions and slender iron gunbelt instead of his hands and Drake
had fired, left-handed through the cloth.
muscles that reminded me of a bobcat.
His eyes took in each detail and they Drake didn’t see Bud Lewis until he
seemed to have a way of drawing a lot stepped up onto the porch. He drew back
from small scattered details. He was act in surprise, his footsteps faltered, and
ing the same way that other man hunters the color washed from his face.
did who had passed through here. He “ Drake,” I said, pulling off my boots
stepped back into the sheltering dark with a boot jack. “This is Bud Lewis.
ness of the porch so that Drake Hunt Drake Hunt.”
wouldn’t see him when he rode up. All They didn’t shake hands. They both
these things added up. murmured a “howdy” and stood there
sizing each other up in the same way
Drake Hunt galloped through the front two young bulls do that are getting ready
gate and brought the sorrel to a plunging
to fight. Drake got control of himself and
stop directly in front of me, grinning when began to swagger again. I opened the
I had to dodge away to keep from being kitchen door and ushered them inside.
run down. The horse, steaming from the
hard run, pawed the ground, reared and Marion had lit the lamp on the table
twisted; worked to a high frenzy by and it’s yellow glow flickered in a small
Hunt’s cruel bit and spurs. I wished now circle, leaving the far corners of the room
that I had never sold him that horse; he’d blotched with shifting shadows. The frost
never get another one from me, no matter gathered its white coat on the window
how bad I needed the money. panes and it was like a thousand glitter
ing diamonds. I tossed my boots behind
Drake gave me that insolent smile of
the stove and got a drink out of the water
his. “ Tell Luetta I’m back,” he said curt bucket.
ly and then galloped his horse across the
lot to the corral. He turned the steaming The room was filled with the warm
animal loose without walking him first smells of fresh baked bread, roasted beef
to cool him off. It would soon be another and cooking vegetables, and overriding
good horse ruined by him and I dreaded all these was the pungent odor of coffee.
to think how he would treat Luetta when Drake watched Marion carry a plate
she married him. Yet Drake had his ful of roast beef to the table and he said
good points and he was regarded by some with a grin, “ I guess cattle is getting so
around here as a good catch for any wo cheap that a man can afford to eat his
man. Maybe marriage would tame him own beef for a change” .
down and he would outgrow his wild I turned on him with a flash, my temper
streak. Anyway he had made money from rising. Maybe he meant it as a joke, but
his ranch during the past two years while I didn’t like the sound of it. “How would
the rest of us around here just broke you know?” I flung back. “Did you ever
even. Somehow he was always lucky in try it?”
42 EXCITING WESTERN
Drake's face went livid and he laughed. had just finished making for her, and she
A strained laugh with his teeth showing had her long hair combed back and fixed
white against his dark face. He didn’t with the fancy combs that I had brought
answer. It was the remark of a man ill for her mother long years ago. Her hair
at ease. Worried over something and not is brown, a light brown like Marion’s
knowing what to say to hide that worry. used to be before it went gray, and it
I never did like Drake Hunt and I nev caught up and held the lamplight’s daz
er would. Drake was the kind that made zle. She’s a slender girl, with a mischiev
enemies easily and there were a lot of ous gleam in her eyes like Marion’s have
tales told about him. But if Luetta wanted when she is in a good humor. She came
to marry him, that was her business and down the steps with all the grace, dignity
I wouldn’t stand in her way. and beauty that a queen is supposed to
I’d have given anything in the world if have. Watching her, I felt a dry lump
she wouldn’t marry him. Maybe it was grow in my throat. It was like watching
SaqsibhuLbJv Sa m , S olul,:
because I didn’t like Drake and I thought Marion on our wedding day; only it was
she was too good for him. Maybe it was a different feeling.
because she was our only child and we Bud Lewis watched her with open ad
didn’t think that any man was really good miration, forgetting everything else. He
enough for her. stood there in the center of the room, mo
tionless, straight and tall.
TILL angry I tossed my coat down Marion frowned at him and then at me,
S on a chair and hung my hat on a nail.
Bud Lewis hung his hat beside mine, step
and Drake watched him with a deadly
open hatred. I watched Luetta with mixed
ping in such a way that he didn’t turn his emotions. Proud that I had a beautiful
back to Drake. Drake followed every daughter and that she was wanted by
movement he made and he tried to ride men. I watched her fall in love as she came
his dislike or fear, which ever it was, of down the steps and I watched a man that
Bud Lewis. I had only known for less than an hour
Marion was busy carrying dishes to fall in love with her.
the table and she stopped long enough tq I tried to realize that she was a grown
give Bud Lewis a thoughtful glance and woman now, with all the hopes and desires
to cover up the ugly hole that Drake and that a vibrant woman has. That all the
I had ripped in the conversation. time she was growing up we had been
“We’re glad to have you with us, Mr. preparing her for this moment—for a
Lewis,” she said. “Have you come far?” man to take her from us and for them to
He never took his eyes off Drake. build their lives together.
“Yes’m,” he answered. “ Quite a ways. She crossed the room to her mother’s
You folks certainly have a nice place— ” side, and still flushed and pleased with
He cut it off and he turned his head to the flurry she had created, she began to
ward the stairs. Luetta came down wear help with supper.
ing the blue Sunday dress that her mother I stepped out onto the back porch to
MISSION FOR A STRANGER 43
the narrow cupboard where I keep my that I hoped would never leave her and
things and took down my bottle. It was yet I was afraid for her. I sat down, bow
starting to snow, dainty flakes that evap ed my head and said the blessing.
orated as soon as they hit the still-warm Drake filled his plate and, looking di
earth. My hands shook as I poured my rectly across at Bud, said in slow measur
self a drink. I’m forty and gray at the ed words, “I was in Wellsville today and
temples; yet the years that have passed I heard that the Galt boys robbed the
since the day I fell in love with Marion S a v a n n a h bank yesterday morning.
and took her from her parents seem to They’re supposed to be heading this way.”
have been only quick months. He paused, still looking at Bud, then add
I took another drink. I asked myself ed, “They could pass through here.”
why this Bud Lewis came here tonight I saw Marion’s hands tremble and the
and I could find no satisfactory answer. troubled look on her face. This was the
I wondered if he were a lawman after first word we had had.
the Galt boys. But what was worse was
the look I saw on Drake’s face when Lu-
etta came down the steps, her eyes on BUD returned Drake’s steady gaze and
he answered very quietly. “I came
Bud Lewis alone, and I was afraid for from the west. From Salinas. I’m a cattle
that ending. buyer there.”
I had seen that same look on Drake’s Drake flinched and his fork slid from his
face before when he killed a man. He had fingers and clattered against his plate.
walked toward him with those fancy Something struck me as funny. Drake had
guns glittering in the sunlight and one just sold a load of cattle there, yet he
hand in his pocket. The man had watched hadn’t said one word about it. Always
the guns . . . . That look had been before he wmuld be bragging about how
on Drake’s face as he watched Luetta much he had got for them.
coming down the stairs. He was gathering Luetta, unaware of the rising tension
up his nerve, getting ready to kill. He’d or the hate between the two men, said,
never stand back and let Bud Lewis take “Why, you should know Drake then. He
Luetta from him. He wasn’t that kind of just returned from there today.”
a man. Yet I had the feeling that what Bud looked at him with a twisted ex
ever it was between them ran deeper than pression. The way a man will do when
Luetta. It was something else, something I he has found an answer to a question.
didn’t know about. “ Oh,” he said.
I took a bite of dill hanging there to Drake waved his fork in a nervous ges
kill my breath and I went back inside. ture. “ Why—why I didn’t get to go to
Still shaking and still in a cold sweat, I Salinas. I went to Hallsville. Didn’t buy
didn’t know whether to like this Bud anything, though.”
Lewis or what. Luetta had only been a Bud Lewis lifted his head and his eyes
minute coming down those stairs. Yet bored into Drake’s blue ones. Across the
that minute had seemed like hours, and stillness and deadly quiet, he said very
in that minute the destiny of every per calmly and very slowly, “ There’s ladies
son in the room had been changed. present and we’ll 'tend to this later.”
They were all seated at the table. Mar Drake’s face froze. Then he smiled.
ion gave me a sharp glance; she knew I “ Suit yourself.” He glanced around the
had been drinking, and it only added to table and rose from his chair. “I’ll see you
her slowly rising anger. Her pouting was folks later,” he said and walked out of the
just about over and then her anger would house.
break into the open. I heard Luetta’s rapid breathing and
Drake and Bud faced each other across saw her breast rise and fall in a worried
the table and Luetta was sitting beside anxiety. Bud and I watched him through
Bud. On her face was a look of happiness the window. He crossed the yard with long
44 EXCITING WESTERN
quick strides, hurrying through the snow buyer. No one saw who my father left
to the barn and he failed to come out of town with but a train man got a good
it again. He was waiting there in the look at the horse and he remembered
shelter of the barn’s darkness for Bud. the brand!”
There was no sound in the room ex Bud turned his head toward me. “I
cept for the clock’s metal clicks and the traced the brand to you and I thought it
roar of the cook stove. Bud sat there, his was you until Drake showed up on the
hands trembling and his knuckles show sorrel he was riding.” His voice trailed
ing white as he gripped his coffee cup. off to a husky whisper, “The rest you
I heard the sound of hoofbeats muffled know.”
against the dry snow. It was the Galt I nodded. “Drake carries a thirty-eight
boys coming after the fresh horses and in his coat pocket. Watch his hands. Re
supplies that I had agreed to sell them. member that.”
But I didn’t move. I had felt the gnawing Bud’s chair squeaked as he pushed it
fear of the law and strangers when Bud back and rose to go. “ I’ll remember.”
Lewis rode up to my place. I wanted no He hesitated a moment as if he were
more of it. Never before had I taken out tempted to back out or ask for help. I
law money and now I never would. The stood up and I wanted to say something.
rug on the fence was an old warning sig I wanted to do something, but I was help
nal for them to stay away; that it wasn’t less. This was his fight and he’d have to
safe to come here. face Drake Hunt alone. He had no right
The lamp began smoking and Marion to ask for help. We both understood that
lifted the chimney off and began to trim and there was nothing I could do.
the wick, concentrating on it as if it were Law and order was something that was
the most important thing in the world forty miles away; over a day’s ride from
and there was no one else in the room here. What law there was was only on
with her. each man’s hip.
The Galt boys paused a minute and rode
on without stopping, the hoofbeats slow E WALKED out the door and I saw
ing fading into the silence. Marion ad
justed the wick and put the chimney
H tears in Luetta’s eyes. I heard his
boots make scaping sounds on the porch
back on the lamp, and I saw the look of as he buckled on his guns and hesitated
relief that was in her eyes. That meant a moment and then he stepped off the
more to me than anything else in this porch.
world. We’d find some way to get along I watched him though the window as
without that kind of money. We always he walked through the white curtain
had before. toward the barn. With a wild sob Luetta
Bud set his coffee cup down and he sprang from her chair and started toward
looked at Luetta, and his words were for the door, but I grabbed her and pulled her
her alone. Marion and I were an intrusion back. She buried her head against my
in their privacy. chest, spotting my blue shirt with her
“ My name is really Bud Murphy,” he tears, and her body was racked with deep
told her. “Lewis was my mother’s maiden sobs.
name. My father and I were cattle buyers “Daddy!” she cried, looking up at me.
over in Salinas before he was killed. Two “I—I don’t want him to die. I—I love
days ago a man riding a Bar DR sorrel, him.”
your brand, rode out with him to look at I couldn’t think of anything to say. I
a herd that we had for sale. Like all other just stood there and held her tight and
commission men my father carried quite felt her body quiver in my arms. Two
a bit of cash with him and this man shot shots smashed against the silence; harsh
him in the back and robbed him. It hasn’t flat sounds that had no depth or echo.
been the first time this happened to some A long miunte coasted and a final third
MISSION FOR A STRANGER 45
shot sounded.
Luetta raised her head from my chest
and she started away. I turned her into COME AND
Marion’s arms and she was like a child
that was tired and sleepy. “Wait here,”
I said, “I’ll go see.” GET IT!
I went over to the rocking chair be
side the stove and pulled my boots on.
Marion looked across Luetta’s shoulder
jpEOPLE who read about ranching and
at me and for the first time since I had
made the deal with the Galt boys, she mining and prospecting sometimes
spoke to me. “ Paul, be careful.” get a hint o f what people ate, but sel
I opened the door and said, “I will, dom learn much about it. You always
Mother.” hear about sourdough biscuits, but rec
I took my six-gun out of my cupboard ipes for making them are scarce. W ith
on the porch and I started toward the Western clothing getting popular all
barn, not knowing what to expect. I could over the country, it might be well for
see no sign of life and there was no sound some o f the weekend Westerners to
except my boots creaking against the know how to throw together a batch of
dry snow.
sourdough biscuits. Here’s how you can
I was almost there when I saw Bud
do it:
come out of the barn and stand in the open
doorway. The gun hung limp in his hand Make a starter by grating up about
and I saw that he wasn’t hurt. I went on two tablespoons o f Irish potato, and
past him and he followed me back inside, stir that into about two cups o f dry
standing there while I searched the wall
flour. Then dribble water into this mix
for a lantern, lit it, and held it high above
my head. ture until it has the consistency o f a
Drake Hunt lay twisted across a bale batter. Put this into a fruit jar or pitch
of hay, his life blood slowly pumping er and set it in a warm place to ferment
from his body and his sightless glazed for 24 hours or so. It will swell up with
eyes staring up at the ceiling. I turned the gas.
lantern out and hung it carefully back on
the wall. Then when you are ready to make
your biscuits the next day, put about as
We stood in the doorway, silent in our
own thoughts, and letting the giant snow much flour and salt in a pan as you will
flakes cling to our clothing and hair. I need for the batch o f biscuits, and then
had the feeling that my father had when work this sourdough starter into it
I married and left home. Like any father until you have a dryish dough. Roll this
feels when he knows he soon will have to out on a floured bread board, cut out
give up his daughter. your biscuits, dip them in grease and
Bud tried to roil a cigarette, but his put them in a pan for oven baking, or
hands were shaking too much and he gave in the bottom o f a Dutch oven for
it up. “Would you object, sir,” he said, camp baking, or on a griddle for quick
“if I was to be riding this way quite indoor baking.
often?”
I was silent for a moment, watching They have a taste all their own, and
the snow fall. “No, I wouldn’t” I answered. you’ll get the habit o f liking them, par
That was all I could say and it was all ticularly with barbecue.
that needed to be said for now. Without
— Walter Beard.
speaking, we walked to the house to
gether. • • •
TROUBLE RANGE by cy kees
For sheer orneriness, T’S those little, innocent things you do
I that gets you into the biggest heaps of
trouble. Let me, Dink Heath, tell you
only one critter could
that. And believe me, I’m one what knows.
Take for instance the time I tied the knot
match Old Man Crowby: in the milk cow’s tail.
I was riding the grub line then, and
his tail-switchin cow getting to be a trifle gaunt. I might’ve been
TROUBLE RANGE 47
looking for a little excitement too, but Slipping into brush close to the trail, I
mostly I wanted some good solid chuck. watched him. He was big and square-
Anyhow, if trouble it had to be, I wanted lookin’, and even from that distance, he
something that suited my fifty odd years appeared to be knotheaded. He had a stool
of age. Not anything like I ran into re in one hand and a bucket in the other.
garding a shotgun, a sowheaded nester, Milking time, I thought, and smacked
and his beautiful daughter. my lips again. All they needed with that
It was late afternoon when it started, milk was a big steak, half a bushel of
and I was looking hard for a place to bed potatoes and a gallon of coffee, and I’d be
down. I’d just reined my crowbait down happy again. The cow reached the flat be
a quiet green valley when I saw that milk low and ambled toward the man.
cow. Rearing back, he gave her a couple of
It was one of those old broken-down quick, welcoming kicks, and then he
cows with a sorrowful Annie look on its spotted the tail. Scratching his head, he
face. I slowed down behind her. Looking circled behind her and studied it. Finally,
like she’d just lost her oldest friend, she he shook his fist up the trail from where
shuffled along the cow trail in a shuffling the cow had come, right at where I was
gait. Ribs jagged out all over her, but hiding.
still she had a low-slung potbelly. And she The air got blue around his head, and
had a long, scraggly tail. even at that distance, I made out a flock
That tail dragged clear to the ground of high velocity cuss words. Squatting on
and caught every snag and piece of brush the stool, he started milking. He’d been
she passed. Every time it caught, it flipped at it quite a while when I saw something
straight out behind her and dragged her that made me hold my breath.
down to a still slower pace. Then she’d The big knot on the tail was swinging
look around with big sad brown eyes, as back and forth slow, like the pendulum on
if to say: a grand daddy clock!
“ Say, ain’t a lady got troubles enough Guess the flies were bad, and that cow
without you always got to be yankin’ at was getting powerful anxious to take a
her tail?” It was that look in her eyes swat at them. The man milked on, not
that roused my sympathy. I decided I’d seeming to know about that dangerous
help her. weapon so near his head. And him with
So, without any trouble or speed needed, no hat on. He was hunched over, milking
I pulled up alongside her and caught her with one hand when it happened.
tail. It was a real armful, and I figured it
must’ve been growing a long time. With
out hurting her, I took the long, straggly T HE knot kind of flipped up in the air
and switched around. It thwacked
ends and started tying a knot. him a mean lick, square again his ear.
It took a long time because there was Right square. That cow couldn’t have done
lots of tail. When I got through, she had a better if she’d had sights on her back and
knot on the end of it the size of a big aimed it. He let out a wild roar, and I
head of cabbage. And a solid knot too. didn’t have to strain a bit to hear his cuss
But she didn’t seem to notice. She ing then.
flounced along, the knot swingin’ to and Getting up, he kicked the stool a quar
fro behind her. I grinned—then spotted ter of a mile, time it quit rolling. Then he
the spread in the flat below. up and dumped the milk he had over the
From the size and looks of it, I guessed cow’s head. Still grumbling and rumbling,
it to be a nester outfit. I smacked my lips. he walked back to the house. I debated
Whatever it was, I figured, it was a good whether it’d still be safe to go down and
place to see what they served for supper. try to spear a meal.
Then I saw a man stride out of the house In the end, my belly won the argument
and move cross the yard. over my better judgment. Wiping nervous
«r EXCITING WESTERN
sweat from my forehead, I forked my through the kitchen screen door and came
crowbait again and rode down. The cow running across the yard. And, man, what
sniffed at the milk when I rode past, like a beauty she was!
she was a little rankled that he’d spill it She was kind of tall and kind of slim,
after all the trouble she had to make it. I and she moved smooth and easy, like a
neared the house yard, and the man young doe. Her hair was curly brown, and
charged out of the screen door. right then, her dark eyes blazed fire at
He had a shotgun crooked in his arm, Crowby. You could see she was a little
and I started to wish I’d stayed clear away. scared, but she stood right up to him.
He was short, squat, and he had mean “You just make that all up because you
green eyes. His head was as square as a know Johnny likes me,” she accused, and
cracker hex, and you could almost see pig her lips started to quiver.
headedness leaking out his ears. He waved “ I suppose I made that up about the
the shotgun with one hand. knot in my cow’s tail too,” Crowby
“If you’re one of those fence-cuttin’, snarled. “And then let it fetch me a lick
land-hoggin’, tail-knottin’ son of a witchin’ in the head that liked to scramble my
cowpuncher, get out or take buckshot!” brains!”
he yelled. I reined around to run, but I “Just because the knot’s there isn’t any
glanced back. sign Johnny did it,” she argued.
“ Never did punch cows,” I said, lyin’ Crowby sneered. “ That’s it, stick up for
like a lawyer, “ Name’s Dink Heath, and him against your own father,” he rasped.
I’m a farmer from up north.” He mulled “I suppose you’ll say that knot grew on
that over awhile and lowered the shotgun. the end of her tail natural like. She was
“You know anything about that knot in just grazin’ along, you’ll say, and all at
my cow’s tail?” he asked, his green eyes once it kind of rolled up and—”
boiling with suspicion. “No, but . . .” She looked at me then,
“Not me, nosirree,” I said, quick. “Hap her brown eyes searching me. I tried to
pened to see your place here when I was look innocent, but I knew I looked as
ridin’ by, and I thought you might favor guilty as an Indian agent caught runnin’
an old farmer with a bait of grub.” His a still. For her sake, I would’ve admitted
face clouded up when I mentioned the it, but Crowby had his shotgun too handy.
eats, like as if he didn’t care to give any And his left ear was still beet red from the
thing away. lick he’d taken alongside the head.
“ Light down then,” he grumbled. “My “ But what?” Crowby barked, glaring at
name’s Crowby,” He looked at me kind her.
of sly then. “ I don’t ’spect you mind doing “Nothing,” she said. Her lips were quiv
a little work for your supper?” ering more and more, and finally she
“ Not at all,” I said, shuddering inside. started bawling.
“You got any little odd chores to be fin That made me feel all soft inside, and I
ished up, I’ll be glad to help.” His shotgun figured to help her get this Johnny guy, if
was still pointed in my general direction, she really wanted him. But right then,
so I tried to sound soothing. “Havin’ a there wasn’t much I could do to help.
little trouble with your neighbors?” Crowby scowled at her.
“A little trouble?” he barked. “ I never “No need of snifflin’ around me,” he
had so consarned much grief in my life said. “ This stranger—this Dink Heath is
as I’ve had in this hellhole. Johnny Ed going to have supper with us, so you see
wards and his Lazy E gunman have cut you get it ready. Meantime, we got some
my fences, robbed my water, run off my work to do.”
stock, and now the silly idjits tie a knot—” She went back into the cabin, and he
“ They did not!” turned to me. “ That was my daughter,
At the sound of the new voice, I swiv Jenny,” he said, like he was apologizing
eled around in my saddle. She flitted for her. “I can’t for the life of me figure
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out where she got all her stubbornness.” things worse. Crowby didn’t seem to
I took a long look at his big square head notice that she was blue about her boy
and decided that was a likely place. But friend.
I didn’t say anything. I followed him to Not seeming to notice her at all, he
the woodshed, and then I started earnin’ slopped off his plate in big chomping gobs.
my supper. I matched him share for share until all
the dishes were slicked out. He grunted
ND what I mean, I earned it. First I to his feet and hunted out his shotgun
A cut about seventeen cords of wood. again.
Each chunk was full of knots that fought “Better keep an eye on the place in case
back on every stroke of the dull axe. I Johnny Edwards Comes prowlin’ around,”
no more than got through with that, and he grumbled. All the time he watched
Crowby handed me a hoe. We headed for Jenny out of the corners of those mean
the spud patch. green eyes of his. I had an idea he was
When we finished hoeing a couple hun only saying it to nag her. It burned me,
dred miles of those, my belly was so but I can be ugly too when I have to be.
empty, I could’ve put a longhorn steer in So I grinned.
it. And without trimmin’ the tips off the “ Careful you don’t get too near that
horns. Staggering a little, I put the hoe cow in the dark,” I said, needlin’ him. “If
away and headed for the kitchen. she swipes you between the eyes like she
“You ain’t through yet,” Crowby did alongside the head, we’ll have to carry
barked. “You still got the hogs to slop.” you back.”
I pulled up, winded and starting to get a “You shut up with that smart lip!”
little proddy. Crowby snarled. “When I catch up with
“I did enough work already to feed a Edwards, he’ll trim that tail, and he’ll trim
roundup crew,” I snapped. “ Now let’s get it neat.” He glared around the room. “I’m
to the grub.” one what, when somebody does me wrong,
“No slop the hogs—no supper,” he said, I never rest easy of a night till she’s all
as nasty as a sidewinder. He fingered his squared up!” He stomped out into the
double-barreled shotgun again. I felt like dark then, and I was alone with her.
getting my horse and telling him to keep It got awful quiet. A mean, waiting
his damned grub. But I was too weak kind of quiet. I sneaked a glance at Jenny,
from -hunger to do that. Besides, now I and her dark eyes locked with mine. But
wanted a chance to get back at him. there was something like a twinkle in
So I slopped the hogs. When I came up them now.
to the house after that, I had my own .45 J ‘Mr. Dink Heath, I can see you don’t
Colt loose in my holster and ready to go know my dad very well,” she said with a
into action. If Crowby would’ve told me sigh. “If you did, you’d never make re
to do anything, even to wash my face be marks like that.”
fore we went to the table, I would’ve “Or tie a knot in his cow’s tail,” I said,
hauled iron. But. seeing the look in my as bold as brass. Thinking about it, I
eyes, he broke trail to the kitchen and laughed. “You should’ve seen the way he
food at last. stomped around when that knot larruped
All the while we ate, I felt that Jenny him on the ear.” Jenny laughed too, but
gal’s big dark eyes on me. She didn’t eat she sobered fast.
much. Looking sad and forlorn, she just “I hope he doesn’t start trouble with
picked at her grub, and I tried to keep Johnny Edwards over it,” she said. “ Some
my eyes away from her. how, I knew right away you’d done it. But
It made me feel guilty to think I’d made if Dad does, heffl still blame it on Johnny
things harder, for her. Having to live with because . . .” Her tanned skin flushed to
a pighead like Crowby must’ve been tough a deeper color. “You see, we’re planning
enough, I thought, without me making to be married.”
50 EXCITING WESTERN
“Your old man knows it then?” I asked. of Jenny wanting to get married.
Jenny shook her head. “I’ve never had “You give your daughter a chance to get
the nerve to tell him. But he knows I like married,” I snapped, “ and all you’ll have
Johnny. And that’s why he’s always think left to feed is your own big greasy gut!”
ing up lies to tell about Johnny. The Lazy Crowby quieted, and his greedy green
E has never bothered^ us, but Dad always eyes showed signs of some thinking. I
pretends they do.” She gazed at me kind guess it struck him for the first time how
of accusing like. “ Now you had to come he could get by cheaper if Jenny wasn’t
along and make it worse.” in the house. But finally he shook his
“ I was just tryin’ to help the cow out,” head.
I mumbled. I watched while she cleared “I see that Jenny earns What she gets
off the table. “Why don’t you sneak off around here,” he rasped. “Which is more
and get married, if you both want to?” than I can say for some strays we take
“ If I can possibly do it, I want to make in.” He jerked his head toward the door.
them friends,” Jenny said quietly. “ You “ You can sleep in the barn if you want to,
know, after all, he’s my dad.” but there won’t be any breakfast.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled. For all the misery As mad as a twice-kicked dog, I went
he caused her, she still loved the old pig out into the dark. I took my bedroll from
head. More than ever then, I wanted to the back of my saddle and crawled up
help her out. Thinking about it, I smiled. into the hayloft. If it hadn’t been that my
“Maybe we can get our two heads to crowbait needed a good rest, I might’ve
gether and think of a way to make every pulled out right then. Still I was too pow
thing come out all right,” I said. Jenny erful curious to see how Jenny would
stared at me for a long time, and suddenly, make out to want to leave. In about five
her dark eyes glowed. minutes, I heard rustling downstairs.
“ Gee, I hope so,” she said. It seemed to “ Sh-h-h, Dink!” It was Jenny. She
cheer her that she had someone on her came up the ladder and stuck her head up
side. “ Somehow I feel like you are going in the loft. When she spotted me in the
to be able to help me.” moonlight, she shushed me again with a
About that time, Crowby stomped in, an finger over her lips. So I didn’t make a
ugly scowl twisting his face. He muttered sound. m
around for a while about as to how Johnny “I forgot to tell you, Johnny’s coming
Edwards was too much of a>yellow-backed over in the morning to take me riding,”
coward to show his face when you went she whispered. “What’ll I do?”
hunting for him. I noticed Jenny looking I thought it over. “ Why don’t you meet
bleaker by the second, so I figured I'd re him before he gets here?”
lieve the tension for her. “Dad won't let me out of his sight,” she
“ Maybe he sleeps nights, ’stead of said sadly. “If I try to sneak away, he’ll
prowling around looking for trouble,” I follow me, and then there’ll be trouble for
said, nasty as a bucket of axle grease. certain,”
Growling, Crowby whirled-on me. It was a puzzler all right. I got an idea,
• “ So that’s the thanks I get for lettin’ you and I grinned. “ I’ll sneak out tonight and
hog all my grub, eh?” he said, looking tie a brick to that cow’s tail,” I said.
kind of hurt. “I suppose I don’t have “ About the first time she takes a switch
enough expense feedin’ my family ’thout at a fly while he’s milking her, you won’t
I got to feed a lot of stray tramps like you have to worry about him for a couple
too. Then get a lot of smart yap for pay weeks.”
ment.” Jenny sighed, like she was about out of
patience with me.
THOUGHT of all the wood I’d split for “I guess I’ll just have to quit going with
I the grub, not to mention the acres of
spuds I’d hoed. But most of all, I thought
Johnny for a while,” she said in a sad
voice, and she went back down the ladder.
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I called after her, but she didn’t come wards. Slow and easy, a big lopsided grin
back. In a few seconds, I heard the screen curved his mouth.
door brush shut, and I knew she’d given “ Did the bedbugs give you a bad
up hope that I could help her. night?” he asked in a soft drawl. “ Or are
That made me feel bad because I was you always this damned crabby of a mom-
sure enough on her side. And she had in’ ?”
been darn nice about not blabbing on me “ You keep gettin’ yappy with me, and
when she knew it was me that caused her I’ll show you some real crabbiness!”
latest trouble. I lay awake a long time in Crowby bellered. “Whatever you want, it
the blackness of the loft, trying to think ain’t here, so get out!” The screen door
of a way to help her out. I still hadn’t slammed and Jenny glided out into the
thought of any way to do it when I fell yard.
asleep.
I woke after sunup, and I heard Crowby TARING at her, Johnny dragged off
prowling around in the bam down below.
Right away, I thought of what he’d said
S his hat. “ Oh, yes it is,” he said, real
soft and slow. “There she is, right there.”
about there being no breakfast for me. I His eyes were twinkling, but his smile
stretched, still loggy from the grub I’d was gentle and loving. “Jenny, will you
cached away the night before, and I didn’t go riding with me—please?”
care. Crowby went back into the house. “You blamed right she won’t,” Crowby
I sneaked down and saddled my crowbait, snarled, before Jenny had a chance to an
ready to go. swer. “ She’s never going to go out with
But I was undecided, and I waited you again. That’s your payment for tyin’
around, wondering if I should tell Crowby that knot in my cow’s tail.”
about putting the knot in his cow’s tail. “For what?” Johnny asked, his brow
If I could catch him away from his shot furrowed, while he scratched his head in
gun . . . wonderment.
Hoofbeats sounded over the cool morn “You know good and well what I mean,”
ing air, and my heart pounded. That Crowby barked. “You—”
would be Johnny Edwards, I thought, and “ Someone tied a big knot in our cow’s
he’d have no idea he’d be stickin’ his head tail,” Jenny cut in, with a sidelong look at
into a hornet’s nest. I sidled through the me. “The cow slapped Dad in the head
barn door, intent on heading him off and with it, and he thinks you did.it.”
warning him. But Crowby was already “Well, I’ll just bet him ten bucks I
stomping across the house yard, his green didn’t,” Johnny said, sobering fast. “You
eyes bulging with mad. know, I’m gettin’ weary being accused of
“ Find the gate, find the gate!” he kept a lot of things I never did. Or even thought
yelling, shaking his fist at the rider. The of.”
rider reined in, kind of hesitating. “That ten bucks is called,” Crowby
He was tall in the saddle and dressed snapped, and his green eyes got greedy
like a puncher. He was curly-haired, and again. “ You prove you didn’t or fork the
his hat was tipped far back on his head. money over. Either that or Jenny doesn’t
Right away, I knew he was Johnny Ed leave this place.” [Turn page!
THE Ifired
T ISN’T true that the last shot of the Civil War was fired in
Texas. Actually, it banged away in the Pacific Ocean, after being
by the Confederate cruiser Shenandoah at a Northern ship on
LAST June 28, 1865. What’s responsible for the false belief is the fact
that the last engagement between Federal and Confederate troops
took place in the Lone Star State. The place was Palmetto Ranch
near Brownsville, and the date, May 13, 1865.
SHOT
52 EXCITING WESTERN
“ Wel l . . Johnny started, and his voice at me, long ana ugly. “ And you’re going
trailed off. to help me make this tramp trim my cow’s
An idea hit me and I walked toward tail,” he rasped, his green eyes glittering
Crowby. He didn’t have his shotgun now, with meanness. “ I’m one what, where
and I wasn’t scared of him when he didn’t there’s a wrong done me, I never rest easy
have it, no matter how blocky he was. of a night till she’s all squared up!”
“Pay him the ten bucks,” I snapped at It rankled me that I always had to be
Crowby. “I was the one that tied that getting in a spot where Crowby was get
knot.” ting the best of me. First all the work I
With a growl low in his throat, he had to do for one meal. Then his ordering
whirled on me. me out of the house with no breakfast.
“ Why, you dirty, sneakin’ skunk!” he And now, I had to trim his cow’s tail,
whined, and he looked like he wanted to when all I’d tied the knot for in the first
bawl. “Take a man’s free grub, and then place was to help the cow out.
turn on him! Bite the generous hand that I closed my right hand over my .45,
feeds you, you dirty whelp!” ready to tell them both to go to hell and
Still on his horse, Johnny grinned. “ Quit make what they wanted out of it. But
eryin’ and give me ten bucks,” he said. then I glanced at Jenny. Her brown eyes
“That’ll teach you to be free with your were big and begging me not to make any
mouth.” trouble over it. And she had been so nice
Crowby didn’t even look at him. He about not blabbing on me when she knew'
looked at me, and I could see his green all the time it was me. Anyhow, I couldn’t
eyes glittering, trying to think of a way refuse that look in her eyes.
to get out of paying that money, and to get “ I don’t reckon— ”
back at me. Crowby thought for a long “ Wait,” I said, cutting Johnny off before
time, his big square head cocked in deep he could refuse to help Crowby. Long as
thought. I was going to cut the tail anyhow, there
Then, sudden like, his green eyes got a was no sense in his losing the benefit of it.
kind of glow, like he’d thought of a good “Get me a scissors and I’ll trim that tail.”
one. His mouth twisted in a big smirk, and Grinning like a cat full of canaries,
he turned back toward Johnny. Crowby dug out a big sheep shears. I
“You’d like to court my Jenny, wouldn’t started toward the cow, and he walked
you?” he said, as sly as a weasel. right along behind me, making smart re
“ That isn’t all,” Johnny said, gazing at marks every step of the way. I would’ve
Jenny. “I want to marry her.” given ten years of what short life I’ve got
Crowby stiffened, and his jaw jutted out left to get back at him. Just before we got
a little farther. Jenny flushed and looked to the cow, I chanced to turn and saw
down at the ground. I guess Crowby Johnny and Jenny riding off together.
thought of that ten bucks again, and how They both waved, and I waved back.
he wanted to get back at me, because he
T MADE me happy, just to see Jenny
swallowed hard and didn’t say anything
against it.
“I guess if Jenny wants to, I’ll have to
I happy. We walked up to the cow, and
I cut the knot off first thing.
let her,” he said finally. Then he smirked But Crowby wasn’t satisfied with that.
again. “ ’Course if we’re going to be in the Plain feeding his pride now, he made me
same family, there’s a little matter I’d like trim it all off neat and right down to the
you to help me out on.” hide. When it was all trimmed to about
“ Sure thing,” Johnny said right away, a slick four feet stub, he waved at the
and he winked at Jenny. barn where I had my horse.
“First of all, naturally we can kind of “I’m going in the cabin now and get my
forget about that ten bucks,” Crowby said, milk bucket and my shotgun,” he rasped.
and Johnny nodded. Then Crowby stared “When I come out, if you’re in sight, I’m
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going to give you both barrels!” striking any time.
“ Any lead you throw at me, you’ll get The cow was getting uglv anxious to
back—with interest,” I snapped, fingering switch away at the flies. Crowby's big
my .45. thick head was close to it, just near
Crowby didn’t answer. He walked to enough it seemed to me to be right in
the house, and I went for the crowbait. range Maybe he thought he had his tail
He’d be just pigheaded enough to start trouble whipped now because hb didn’t
shooting, I thought, even if he knew he’d notice it. He went right on milking.
get his gut full of lead a minute later. Then, as stiff as a pick handle, the tail
I rode back up the hill to where I’d first whipped around and warped him a slash
seen the cow. I reined in there and ing, wicked lick right alongside the head.
watched to see if he would come out. Crowby saved himself from tippling off
Sure enough, in a few minutes, he came the stool, but the bucket tinned over and
out, the bucket in one hand and the shot the milk seeped into the ground.
gun in the other. I sidled back into the With a wild, cussing roar Crowby
brush, and I guess he didn’t notice me righted himself. He kicked the bucket
because he went right to the cow. with his left foot and the cow with his
It still rankled me that I’d let him get right. Then he dove for his shot-un and
the best of me, but there wasn’t much I let drive both barrels, square in my direc
could do now to get back at him unless I tion.
wanted to start a big row, and I didn’t, Before I could dodge for cover, I heard
lie squatted on the stool and started milk the shot spitting the tons of the trees
ing. He was at it quite a while when I around me. Crowby was out of ammuni
saw something that made me hold my tion then. He threw his chotgun on the
breath. groimd and crouched there, shaking his
All the padding had been trimmed off fist at me. Me, I did what any brave, self-
that cow's tail, and what was left was as respectin’ puncher would do in the same
hard and as easy swingin’ as a bullwhip. place.
And it was swingin’ back and forth like I stood right there and thumbed my
the pendulum on a clock, ready to start nose at him. • • •
CHAPTER I
HERE was a lump in the Durango tana country just above the Wyoming line.
T Kid’s throat as he topped the first
ridge and turned his tall figure in the "ad
He was down there on the porch of the
old jail, and even from the distance he
dle to 1 >ok back. The flying pace of his was like a towering old statue tilted back
tall bay never chang 'd as he took a last against the door. Gunsmoke still hung in
look at the man he would always remem the breathless morning air. Empty car
ber as his friend, whom he had known tridge shells were at his feet. His warm
from childhood in this same wild Mon rifle was still at his side, gripped as it had
Calico Creek By TOM ROAN
The sudden turn dumped the old man out of the saddle, down to the rocks far below
been as he was firing his last shot. His and lightning show. And everyone would
faded blue eyes still looked down the long, admit it was the best show Trigger Dan
dusty street where heat waves shimmered had ever staged, after nearly forty years
between the false-fronted buildings. as sheriff of Calico Creek.
It was a picture so clear that the In the same breathless mid-August heat,
Durango Kid would remember every de the shock of the unexpected fight still
tail of it for the rest of his life. Old Trig gripped the town. People were keeping
ger Dan Ringo had given his last hellfire indoors, with doors bolted and barred as
55
56 EXCITING WESTERN
if fearing another wild outbreak of gun canvas bags with two of those men.
fire, yelling men, snorting horses, and With two men riding ahead of him and
thunderous pounding of hooves. three bringing up the rear, the Durango
There were men back there in the Kid had no chance to look back again un
hushed street who would never rise and til they were high on the rugged slope of
fight again. Dust hung in the air at the the Devil Drums, their masks removed.
hitch-rack in front of the little red brick Here behind a thick screen of low trees on
bank and over the old wagon bridge. An a bench he could see the entire valley be
other little dust cloud hung in front of the low. In the distance, Calico Creek seemed
Trail Herd Saloon, and under the dust to be boiling over with excitement.
clouds sprawled the limp figures of men People were running, a surging mob
in black masks. Six-shooters and rifles around the front of the jail. Armed horse
had been dropped or thrown right and men were tearing out of town, heading
left as the lone figure on the porch of the down the valley toward the settling streak
old stone jail had pumped his unerring of dpst left by the fleeing horses that had
loads of death into the raiders. been ridden by the six men dead in the
Across the old bridge was more dust—a street.
wavering banner left by panicky horses Except for Pink Dalton, a big, fair
racing away from their dying riders and haired youth of twenty, the men here with
stampeding down the valley, away from the Kid had come through the job without
the gunfire, the yells and curses of fighting a scratch. Even Pink was riding straighter
men, and the whine and slap of bullets. in his saddle now, longer having to hold
on to the horn and his mare’s long black
T WAS the end of what had looked to
I the citizens of Calico Creek town like
an attempt to rob the bank. Seven men
mane. The Kid saw that he was still pale,
though, and his lips were grimly com
pressed, for Pink had let a bullet catch up
had hit town in a rush, the sudden hell of with him back there, and blood dripped
their blazing, roaring gunfire throwing from his right arm.
terror into everybody in sight. Old Two-gun Doc Dalton, Pink’s father
Six of those badmen were there yet. and the leader of the gang, would be wait
Five were in front of the bank. The sixth ing and watching for them now from the
was half-hidden under the hitch-rack in tall rocks just above the timberline. Hav
front of the Trail Herd Saloon. Apparent ing once been a horse doctor in this coun
ly only one of the gang had made his es try until he had killed two men while
cape. A reeling figure on a tall black mare, robbing that same bank down there years
he had plunged into the alleyway just be ago, Two-gun Doc did not dare chance be
low the bank, his mount taking him away ing recognized within a thousand miles of
as a racing streak. Calico Creek.
When Calico Creekers came out of their Though the Durango Kid had been born
daze enough to realize just what had hap in the shadow of the towering peaks and
pened, they would know that it had actu snow-capped crags of these Rocky Moun
ally been a twelve-man gang to hit the tains, no one here would recognize him by
town, for no one had thought of riders that name, for he had not taken it when he
wheeling up behind the bank. They would had left for Mexico seven years ago, when
also learn that the bank had been robbed, he’d been eighteen. But he was sure that
and that the four men and a young woman old Jim Cook, the cashier in that bank
who had been inside had been locked in down there had recognized his face— he
the air-tight vault. Six men who had fin had been the only one not wearing a mask
ished the job were fleeing now toward the —and if Cook ever got out of that air-tight
crags of the Devil Drums walling the vault alive he would be telling every man
east side of the valley. And eighty thou in sight that. Young Sam Bronson, son of
sand dollars of the bank’s money rode in the notorious Bullet-hole Sam, had been
THE MAN FROM CALICO CREEK 57
one of the five robbers who had rushed down this little-known trail last night,
through the back door of the bank. showing him every foot of the way and
Jim Cook would not know that the fir planning everything for today’s holdup.
ing pins had been filed off the hammers of Pink Dalton alone had not obeyed orders.
Young Sam Bronson’s six-shooters, and A show-off, Pink had decided to lead'the
that the man behind him had been keep six men selected to storm the bank in old-
ing him covered, and had orders to shoot fashioned pistol-popping Western style
him down if he said one word or gave a from the front, to attract all attention
single sign of being anything but a mem while the others entered the bank from
ber of the outlaw gang. the rear.
So much blood would not have been
HAT had been the way Two-gun Doc spilled if old Doc’s orders had been fol
T Dalton had wanted it.
He had once been the bosom friend of
lowed. Pink Dalton would have to take
the blame when they faced the old man.
Bullet-hole Sam Bronson. Friendship had And he was there waiting when they
turned to hatred when he’d blamed Bul reached the timberline— a little, dried-up
let-hole Sam for deliberately selling him a old figure in shabby brown, a battered old
loco horse that had killed his only daugh derby perched on the back of his corn-
ter. Many believe that Doc Dalton was re colored head, his tall Midnight horse graz
sponsible for Bullet-hole Sam’s death at ing behind him.
the hands of supposed horse and cattle “ We got the money, but Pink’s hit!”
thieves in the Big Wind Canyon country Beauty Devine announced, and swung out
west of Calico Creek. One man who had of saddle. “ Damn it, he insisted on leading
openly accused Dalton had been Trigger the bunch up the street.”
Dan Ringo. “ And six of the boys didn’t get away!”
For three days now the Durango Kid The old man came forward, blue eyes
had been held prisoner by this deadly bright as new buttons. “ They didn’t have
gang, watched night and day since he had much sense, anyhow. Won’t be missed.
fallen into their hands at his lonely camp Leaves more money for the rest of us. I
fire in the hills forty miles away. Now he watched through my telescope—slip Pink
had made up his mind to play out the out of that saddle and let me look him
game with them. No man could argue over! He always was a damned smart-
with bull-headed old Two-gun Doc, but aleck!”
the Durango Kid was determined to trail Gray-bearded old Rice Fiddler, who had
with Doc’s bunch and hope for his chance. brought up the rear, rode his dapple gray
“Damn!” Pink Dalton, suddenly dou closer, looking back down the slope.
bling forward, grabbed his saddle-horn “ Seems like they’re beginning to get a
with both hands, his ruddy face going little sense in their noggins back there in
white. “I’m—sick!” town,” he observed. “ I see about a thirty-
The Kid spurred up, catching him by man gang heading out as if they’d hit our
his uninjured arm, bracing him in the sad trail. Better do whatever’s to be done here
dle. Bull Jackson, the big outlaw riding fast, Doc.”
just behind them, had dropped a quick Pink was or) the ground, his father
hand to his six-shooter. Beauty Devine, bending over him pulling up his leather
the ugliest man the Kid had ever seen, six- jacket and shirt and hunting his wound.
foot-six and skeleton-thin, and who was For the moment the Durango Kid seemed
in the lead, had instantly turned, a dark forgotten, but he knew he wasn’t. Art
blue six-shooter filling his talonlike right Drum and the deadly Bull Jackson, two
hand. Deeply sunken black eyes stared short, dark-bearded men who might have
for a moment, then he swung back straight passed for brothers were watching him,
in his saddle. hands not far from their weapons.
Old Doc had brought Beauty Devine “ I’m afraid we’re going to haVe to have
58 EXCITING WESTERN
a damned doctor!” Old man Dalton looked
up, face tight, his son’s back and shoul
ders bared. And now it could be seen that CHAPTER II
a small, high-powered bullet had passed
through the upper part of the body and on Jennie
through the flesh of the arm. “Pink’s
bleeding inside, and that ain’t a damned
bit good!” ICE FIDDLER said, his voice low but
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the girl were forced to keep their dis single line the old man was just behind
tance. Pink. Beauty Devine was behind Dalton.
When a little round moon was high The doctor, the girl, and Sam Bronson
over the Rockies old man Dalton began were behind Devine, the ever-watchful
to curse. Jackson and Drum still bringing up the
“ Damn it, Rice, I think you’ve lost the rear.
way!” They were within eighty yards of the
“Me, now,” chuckled the old man, “I foot of the trail when Pink suddenly
never lose nothing. Ten or twenty years straightened in his saddle as if coming
would make no difference to me. Once out of a doze. Gfoaning with pain, he
I’ve been to a place I can go back to it. stared ahead, his eyes widening. All at
Just ahead from here we’ll have to string once he was cursing Rice Fiddler, the
out in single file. It’ll be steep, and plenty voice coming out of him like the barking
dangerous just to our left. Once down of a vicious dog.
the stretch things will be easy.” “ Damn it to hell, we’re off the trail!
They were coming to it a few minutes Where are the Twin Sister Peaks? I’m
later. Crossing a short, flat-topped rise, no fool! I’ve looked for them as we crossed
the old outlaw led the way down a shad every high place! They mark where we
owy ledge trail in the wall of a narrow want to go!”
gorge. Far below raced a noisy stream, “I’ve been looking for the same things,”
whipping itself into a white froth over put in Devine. “ It’s looked to me like we
sawtoothed rocks before dashing out of was heading ’way north of ’em!”
sight Tinder a dark cliff. “That’s right, Beauty, and dumb as you
64 EXCITING WESTERN
are you’ve guessed it!” Fiddler sneered. grinning from ear to ear. “ Damned if you
ain’t the most unsmart feller I ever saw!”
Pink Dalton was fool enough suddenly
F IDDLER had come to a curving shelf
overhanging the racing water below. to lunge his horse forward, his wound
forgotten. “You old son of— ”
The moonlight fell on all of them, a short
er shelf curving in the rocks above them. The flash of a ,45 cut him short and
The old man had thrown up his hand, stopped the horse with a quick sliding of
bringing all the horses to a stop as he hooves. Pink reared straight up in his
turned in his saddle, eyes bright, but his saddle, ruddy face sick and yellow in the
face suddenly hard and tense. moonlight for just an instant before a
“Pink, right from the start I didn’t aim ruffle of blood spilled down it, gushing
to head for the place your dad wanted,” from a round, dark hole above the bridge
he said. “When I ride with damned fools of his nose. Reeling out of saddle, he
like this bunch I treat ’em like damned came down on his shoulder on the rim
fools. In all my goings I’ve never rid with of the shelf. For a second his heels were
a worse bunch than this.” in the air, making two frantic kicks. Then
“Gawd, I was afraid of it!” That groan he was gone, a tumbling figure bound
came from Art Drum, the last man in for the rocks and swift water below.
the halted line. “I was afraid of it!” “ Anybody else want to die right fast?”
“Just don’t get excited now.” Rice Fid Old Fiddler was still grinning, looking
dler’s voice carried a faint hint of laugh at them all through a ring of gunsmoke
ter. No one yet seemed to notice that a that seemed to have whipped a silvery-
long old six-shooter was cradled in his gray halo around his head and shoulders.
gnarled right hand, the hammer cocked. “I’m a right accommodating old cuss. Been
“Around dangerous horses you don’t just itching all over to do that to Pink
make fast moves. You talk low and gentle since the first hour I met him.”
and move slow. If you don’t you’re apt
to get your guts kicked loose and your
brains pawed or stomped out. Now, boys,
CHAPTER IV
before I bust out laughing myself to
death there’s one question I’m almost cry
Riders in the Sky
ing to ask. How did any of you fools ever
get it into your brainless heads to think
that an old-timer like Rice Fiddler was
going to let you keep all that fancy spend
ing money we got back yonder at the
bank in Calico Creek?”
W ATCHFUL as the outlaws had
thought they were, they were
trapped before they suspected it. All at
“ What fools!” Art Drum’s voice had once it seemed that they were merely
become the dull sound of a buzz-saw in glancing upward—and abruptly before
a knotty plank, and in the moonlight his their startled eyes there stood a line of
face was chalk-white. “ Damn it, folks, six men above them. Old Rice Fiddler
we’re covered! Even Bull Jackson ain’t had distracted their attention, letting
seen that yet!” them see nothing until he was ready.
“ The hell I ain’t!” Jackson was reared Instead of sawing for a six-shooter, Doc
back in his saddle like a big frog, face Dalton sat still and straight in his saddle,
white and voice croaking, hands slowly his face bloodless, his hands lifting. He
lifting. “I’m looking a gun muzzle square tried to speak, but the sound was only
in the eye, right above me!” a hollow and meaningless rattle from a
Doc Dalton suddenly shouted, “Boys, dry throat. White lips were drawn back in
the old buzzard’s doublecrossed us!” a grimace of grief and terror that seemed
“Had to wait quite a while to catch the to freeze him in his saddle.
point, didn’t vou, Dalton?” Fiddler was The six men up there on the narrow
THE MAN FROM CALICO CREEK 65
shelf each stood solidly, back braced to ed. “ I saw the Kid drop that sack, other
the rock wall behind him. In the hand of wise I would of shot Bull Jackson down
each man was a cocked rifle, with a grim just as he was about to slam the door,—
face above it. At a word from Rice Fiddler Let’s haze this bunch on down and take
or an uncertain move on the part of the their guns. You won’t need to bother with
startled horsemen death would erupt, the pair the Durango Kid’s wearing. Smart
and no man just below would be able to old Doc Dalton fixed them so’s they won’t
escape it. shoot.”
“As I was saying,” old Fiddler was Two men dropped down to the wider
going on, “there ain’t a mite of use in shelf, the others holding their places with
getting excited. You’ve seen what happen the cocked weapons. Experienced at the
ed to Pink. That swift water down there business in hand, they were not long in
makes a nice graveyard—no digging, no disarming their prisoners. Weapons
pitching earth. The big hole where it changed hands rapidly and were tossed
goes out of sight—nothing ever comes out up to the higher shelf.
of that hole. Over in that little Idaho town
in Bitter Root Valley, Dalton, I told you
I didn’t want to throw in with you, but ITmoney
WAS the same when it came to the
sacks on Beauty Devine’s sad
you just would have it your way, threat dle. Down they came and were passed up
ening what you’d do if I didn’t join up to reaching hands on the upper shelf.
with your little scared coyote pack. “ Now unsaddle Pink’s mare and turn
“Once before that you tried to get me her loose,” ordered Fiddler. “Put the rid
to rustle some fine saddle stock for you ing gear under the overhang. Later on
when I was hiding out, and you was sup some of us can come back and get it and
posed to be a honest horse doctor. I told the mare. As to the money I’m carrying
you I wasn’t no horsethief, so you tried to on my saddle, I’ll just keep it. This coyote
work me into a trap so’s Trigger Dan pack won’t be needing it.”
Ringo could pick me up and chase me “ And—and you set yourself to trick
back to Texas. Only he didn’t like to do us!” Dalton was finding his voice at last
nothing for a lobo like you. I sorter hope in a nervous sputtering. “You meant to
old Dan didn’t die today.” do it clear from Idaho to here!”
“ But he did, Rice!” The answer came “ Why, hell, yes!” Fiddler was about
from a gaunt-faced man on the shelf to burst out laughing. “ From Idaho here,
above them. “ Me and two of the boys yeah! And ever since the job was done
here was in town like you told us to be today the men you see here have been
when the job was pulled. Ringo died keeping tab on us, falling back or riding
where he stood on the jail porch. One around ahead of us, knowing I’d some
thing about the mess’ll maybe make you how work it to be leading this pack be
feel good. Seems that that Durango Kid fore I was done. The three in town didn’t
down there with you, him being better have to make that wild hell rush to the
known hereabouts as Young Sam Bron Devil Drums. All they had to do was drop
son, he managed to drop an empty money back, hit the high places, and’ —he shrug
sack in the way just before the door was ged—“here they was.”
being closed on them folks in the vault. “You won’t get away with it, Rice!”
That sack kept the door from closing “ Naw?” Fiddler looked at Doc with a
tight. The blacksmith, working plumb leer. “Mind telling me what’n hell you
fast with a gang, got it open before you can do to stop me? String ’em out, fellers!
fellers reached the top of the Devil Drums, We’ll move along.”
and the men and the young woman come It was like jumping from the frying
out all right.” pan into the fire as far as Sam Bronson,
“ Which is going to let me sleep easy the doctor, and Jennie Lane were con
when I get the chance.” Old Fiddler nod- cerned. Here were six tough outlaws—
66 EXCITING WESTERN
seven, with Fiddler, their canny leader. out on a great porch overlooking the low
What they would want to do with their er end of a long, wide valley at their
prisoners was something that could not feet. The towering walls and wind-eroded
even be guessed. Just one thing was cer cliffs that enclosed it seemed a full mile
tain, and that concerned Sam Bronson. high. Racing toward them was a spark
If any of them were from the Texas bor ling stream that dived under the cliffs be
der country, they were not going to like low them, making the lake behind them,
that other name of his—the Durango Kid. and the white-whipped water in the gorge
For the Durango Kid had come to mean where Pink Dalton’s body had so quickly
something to outlaw gangs down on the been carried away.
Border around Laredo, and as far south
ICE FIDDLER waved his hand
as Brownsville. Working both sides of
the Border with Mexicans and Ameri
cans, he had sent smugglers and outlaws
R toward a pale glow of light that ap
peared to be set in the foot of a tall up
tumbling. Some of these men here now swing of cliffs in the distance.
could have friends or connections down “Yonder, Dalton, is your first glimpse
there, could have an impulse to get even, of Music Valley. Here’s where the sweet
and back here in these wild hills anything est, saddest music in the world plays when
could happen without the outside ever the wind blows just right along the faces
knowing it. of all them holes you see in the cliffs.
With Pink dead, and everything else Knowing about it, and hoping to make
suddenly going against him, Doc Dalton a name for yourself, plenty of times you’ve
was soon like a man in a daze, sitting done your best to get the law on every
straight in his saddle, face tight and ashen, side of us to wipe out everything back
lips tightly compressed, without a word here, but though you knew there was
coming from him. such a place you couldn’t tell the law how
Behind him the others of what had been to get to it—and you never could find it
his bunch seemed to have had half the yourself.”
life taken out of them. “Maybe you are a smart old buzzard,
Beauty Devine had been ogllhg the girl Fiddler.” Dalton was finding his voice
and passing remarks all along the way. again. This time it was almost steady,
Now he was quiet, something catlike only a quaver of hatred and stewing anger
about him as he sat his saddle looking accenting it here and there. “ On the other
straight ahead. Once or twice it looked hand, maybe you ain’t. I could of picked
as if he might be smiling faintly, then this Music Valley for my own hideout if
that expression was quickly gone. Drum I’d wanted it. And I did so know where
and Jackson stuck close together, white it was. But something else I didn’t know
faced like the rest. All of them evidently years ago, I know now. Nothing stays a
knew that silence was best in their situa secret once two men know it. Without
tion. telling you why, I set my goal on Twin
Strung out under watchful eyes,- they Sister Peaks'. And there was a damn good
were not long in reaching the lake in the reason for it, Fiddler.”
distance. Here it looked as if there would For a moment it looked as if Dalton
be a halt, but the prisoners were merely were about to laugh. Then he went on:
herded to one side of it, hugging close “You may not know it, but your Music
to the foot of the cliffs. Valley ain’t safe no more. While you set
With old Fiddler still leading the way there and grin at me like a damn fool let
they were soon turning up a ledge trail. me straighten that face of yours out for
Rounding a sharp shoulder they entered you. A fine-looking young woman was
a gashlike break, winding on for about back here at the time I tried to get you
six hundred yards before they were to rustle some stock for me. Her name
through it Suddenly it was like coming was Fargo Nell Brink. She’d killed a big
THE MAN FROM CALICO CREEK 67
gambler and shot a deputy sheriff down through Sam Bronson’s mind since he had
in New Mexico. She stayed here until first glanced at the high rim, and in that
things had cooled off, then pulled out for V-shaped notch had seen moving figures
Purple City, Wyoming, opening a gam outlined in the moonlight—riders up
bling house of her own and otherwise hit there!
ting it straight.” That meant that the telegraph line in
“ Well, go on.” Fiddler frowned as Dal Calico Creek had reached out, and al
ton came to a halt, sitting his saddle with ready men and guns were rimming this
a strange twinkle in his eyes. “After that wild section. And if what Dalton had said
long, sad tale, just what the hell of it?” was true, a woman would be helping the
“All right, Fiddler. You want it—you’ll law close in on its prey.
get it.” Dalton’s smile was a broadening “Maybe now”—Dalton was trying to
leer. “Eight years ago Jim Cook went laugh, but it was only a nervous rattle
down there and married our purty Fargo in his throat—“ the Twin Sisters wouldn’t
Nell. Jim Cook, in case you’ve forgot, look half bad if you thought you could
just about owns the bank we robbed to do a quick turn-back and make it. Fid
day. He’d backed our purty Nell in set dler!”
ting up that Wyoming gambling house. “ Go to hell!” Fiddler was still staring at
Used to go to see her regular while she the line of horsemen up there. “That
was running it. He was her man.” damned woman! I remember her now!
“ Yeah?” Old Fiddle’s face had grown Came here with a good-looking gambler
hard. “Well—finish it!” wanted for murder in Texas. She was
“I figured Fargo Nell would sic any high-nosed, high-aired, didn’t take much
posse straight for Music Valley, after any to the rest of us. But— but there’s still
body on the dodge. Now—just to finish places for us to go. Damn it, we won’t be
wiping that damn smile off your face— beat out!”
well, you smart alecks can look and see “ Lighting out won’t do you any good,
for yourselves.” Rice.” Sam Bronson spoke up for the first
He lifted his hand and pointed. Fiddler time since he’d been made prisoner by
looked, stared, his mouth bagging open. old Fiddler, lifting his hand to point.
Up there in the peaks and spurs along “ They’re all around. They’ve probably al
the rim was a wide, almost level opening, ready hit the other end of the valley, too,
the moon-washed sky bright behind it. In coming in over Lone Deer Pass, skirting
that opening rode one bobbing figure af the rock-slide country, coming in under
ter another, and there seemed to be no the waterfall and cutting through the big
end to the string in sight. Rider after hole hidden in the timber south of the
rider appeared. Moonlight gleamed on the creek.”
barrels of rifles and shotguns. “ Say, now, say!” Fiddler suddenly
“And now Mr. Fiddler”—Dalton’s eyes rocked back in his saddle, glaring at him.
seemed to dance— “I’d like to hear you “Just how in hell do you know so much
laugh your fool laugh just once more! about this back country?”
Our little Nell must of drew ’em a map. “I’ve known plenty about it ever since
Or maybe she’s leading ’em!” I was twelve years old.” Sam Bronson
was smiling. “ Bullet-hole Sam Bronson
helped a lot of people back here as long
CHAPTER V as they were decent, Rice. I think I once
heard you say that yourself since I’ve
Trail’s End been a prisoner, rodded under the mur-
zles of this gang’s guns.”
“Bullet-hole Sam was a man!” That
OW what was the gang going to do? came spontaneously from a tall gray-
That thought had been sawing beard on the upper ledge of the trail be
88 EXCITING WESTERN
hind them. He was carrying a pair of mon and the one scared girl. “ Do we push on?”
ey sacks tied to either side of his saddle- “ Hell, yes!” bawled Fiddler. “Maybe
horn. “A man—until that damned Dalton we’ll have to hit for the Twin Sisters!”
setting there hired some low-lived horse- Most of them were out on the shelf
thieves out of the Twin Sisters region to above the lake, with the moonlight bright
hide in the bushes and bushwhack him! on them, when the first wild cry of dis
By rights we’d ought to hand Young Sam covery by someone in the oncoming posse
here a gun that’ll shoot and let him blow struck them like a paralyzing blow
the old devil’s brains out!” straight to the pits of their stomachs. It
“ Shut that talk for now.” Rice Fiddler’s came from a rocky rise of ground and the
head was jerking this way, that, eyes cottonwoods beyond the water.
straining to see up the valley beyond the “There!” yelled an excited voice. “There
light glowing in the distance. “Young they are!”
Sam can be right about them riders! “Halt, damn you, halt!” shouted an
Look!” He tilted forward against his sad other.
dle-horn, pointing up the valley. “What’n “Halt, hell!” bawled a wilder voice.
hell was that flash I just saw? There’s “ Open fire!”
another’n—and another’n, damn it!” “Fall back, boys, fall back!” screeched
“Moonlight on rifle barrels.” Sam Bron Rice Fiddler’s high-pitched voice. No
son answered him, “When a bright moon’s longer was he the cool old outlaw bul
shining, they’ll show for miles away.” lying others over the muzzle of a six-
“Them—them ain’t no mile away!” shooter. In the noise of the lightninglike
“Maybe a thousand yards.” Bronson stabbing of the sudden gunfire ahead he
was careful to keep from smiling this seemed to have lost all his senses. “We’ll
time. “No more than that.” go back and hit for the top!”
“ Less’n eight hundred, I’d say,” put in No one seemed to know what he was
the tall outlaw. “It looks bad to me, Rice.” talking about. In his frenzy of fear he was
“We’ve got to fall back!” Terror seemed trying to turn his horse in the dark and
to be getting the best of Fiddler now. narrow passageway just behind Bronson.
“ Lead the way, Prince! The rest keep your Rearing, fighting at the rocks with his
guns cocked and watch to see these fools fore hooves, the horse was making it when
don’t try and tricks!” Sam Bronson saw his long-awaited chance
to stir himself into action.
ITH cocked guns bristling, and “ Follow me, Jennie!” he cried.
W men nervous and cursing, it was
as dangerous a situation now as being
Even as he was crying out he was
swinging himself to his feet in the saddle.
thrown into a tiger cage. Excitement was Whirling, he leaped, landing astride the
many times higher than it had been inside rump of Fiddler’s bucking horse. One of
the bank in Calico Creek. Sam Bronson Pink Dalton’s six-shooters filled his right
and Fiddler looked back up the valley hand. Before the scared old man could let
before they turned, saw a mob of men out a yell, the long six-shooter had caught
coming down it, gun-barrels reflecting the him on the side of the head, the blow
silvery moonlight. wilting him forward in the saddle. Then
“They’ll get only two old women and as he threw useless six-shooters right and
four crippled-up men in Music Valley left, to replace them with the old man’s
tonight,” snarled Fiddler as they rode weapons, two men on a bucking hors©
on. “Damn ’em, they won’t even want were going back through that passageway,
them, seeing they’ve been here behaving hooves pounding and slashing, the horse
’emselves.” bawling in panic.
“ Looks clear here!” The cry was from Bronson’s riderless horse was turning
an outlaw riding ahead, coming back behind Jennie when she got her buckskin *
over the snorting horses, the excited men around Doc Waterbury was behind her,
THE MAN FROM CALICO CREEK m
having more room to turn, but with bul after the others.
lets from the other side of the lake splat “ Give me a gun, Sam, give me a gun!*
tering and glancing on the roofs above Doc Waterbury was crying as he dropped
him. His horse was snorting and lunging. from his horse. “ We might make it yet!”
Just behind him maddened men were Another horse was coming, a riderless
yelling and cursing, not one knowing ex one. He must have lost his rider some
actly what he was trying to do other than where back there in the mad howling
get away from one crazy outburst of and struggling in the passageway. With
gunfire after another from that rocky a snort the horse leaped over the dying
rise beyond the little lake. outlaw on the rocks, and was gone, stir
Delay behind Bronson gave him the rups popping and slapping as he pounded
little time he needed. Armed with both on down the ledge.
the old man’s six-shooters, he reached It was the last horse of the outlaw
over the limp Fiddler in the saddle and bunch. A tremendous ’smashing and spill
caught the reins. Dropping from the pitch ing sound of falling rock came now, the
ing horse, he gave the animal a quick mouth of the passageway suddenly gush
pull-around. The horse’s sudden turn ing clouds of dust and flying bits of brok
dumped the old man out of saddle, letting en rock. Bronson and the doctor fell back
him roll loose to the high rim of the shelf, to Jennie who was standing there in a
then over and down in the rocks seventy crouch, staring.
or eighty feet below. “Men are above us, Sam!” she cried
sharply. “Possemen dropping rocks down
QUICK jerk on the latigo loosened in the passageway!”
A the cinch of the saddle which, with
the two money bags lashed to it, dropped
“And yonder comes hell’s army!” Wa
terbury shouted, pointing up the Valley.
off the horse. A fling took saddle and sacks “Trail’s end from here on! Squat, you
back in the shadow of the rocks, the horse two! When a posseman’s scared bug-eyed
snorting and plunging as Bronson let the he’d shoot his own mother-in-law!”
reins go. A few minutes later he was standing
The next moment the Kid’s own horse on the lips of the shelf, in the moonlight,
waving his old hat and yelling. Fifty
knocked him aside and galloped on, stir
rups beating and popping as the fear- horsemen were coming up, looking like
crazed brute followed Fiddler’s horse charging cavalrymen, the noise made by
down the wide ledge. Right behind the their horse’s hooves deadened by the
bay came the girl, and behind her was sound of falling rocks, and the yells.
white-faced Doc Waterbury. His feet had “They’re here!” bawled the doctor.
lost his stirrups, and he was hanging on “Lower them damn guns you’re pointing
to mane and saddle-horn. at me! Money’s safe and the owlhoots are
all here! Take it easy! Take it easy!”
Bronson yelled, “ Swing in and hug close
to the rocks!” “It’s Doc Waterbury!” yelled a rider,
The outlaw with the other money sacks pulling his horse down to a quick walk,
was aboard when another crazed horse then a halt. “What are you trying to say
came charging and bucking out of the D oc?”
passageway. The six-shooter in Bronson’s “ Come on up and I’ll write you a let
hand came up, roaring. Falling backward ter!” Waterbury slung his arms again. “ If
out of saddle, both hands gripping the you’re hunting the gang of jackasses who
reins, the outlaw hit the rocks, his pull robbed the Calico Creek bank, then
back bringing the maddened horse to a you’ve found ’em!”
halt long enough for Bronson to grab the “ We heard Young Sam Bronson was
check strap. In a couple of more jerks with ’em, Doc!”
the second saddle was falling to the - “Damn it, he was!” bawled the doctor.
ground. The horse, turned loose, raced “ Maybe a hell of a good thing he was.
70 EXCITING WESTERN
Come on up, I tell you! It’s all over but finger at a big, dark-haired man with a
the shouting.” star on his vest. “Leave alone the old and
But it was not over for another hour. broken-down folks who’ve been back here
Big rocks had to be removed from either in Music Valley for so long. They’re not
end of the passageway. Dusty, sweating going to harm you or anybody else. I’ve
outlaws climbed over them, covered by been doctoring ’em for years, and I know
guns at both ends of the passageway. With all about ’em.”
them they dragged one dead man, and a “ Now you wait a minute!” The big
man with a cracked skull. fellow with the dark beard stepped in
front of him. “The way this thing has
HEN the whites began learning things from the Indians, they
W found that the Indians did a lot of things that did not make sense
to the whites because the whites could not see the reason that lay be
hind it. And it has long since been recognized by science that primitive
people do a lot of things that make sense without knowing why they
work.
One thing that puzzled the whites was the way the natives always
The blew their breath into the nostrils of an animal they were trying to
tame. The Mexican Indians blew into the nostrils of baby calves, sheep
and goats, as well as colts and wild horses they were taming. The
Plains Indians who captured baby buffalo and tamed them also blew
Nose into the nostrils of the animals, and strangely enough, the baby buffalo
would then follow them about like tame dogs. It seemed to be a crazy
superstition.
Knows Finally people began to see the sense in it. AH animals use their
sense of smell to identify things. A dog will come up to you and smell
of you before he decides whether you are friendly or afraid of him.
The late Albert Payson Terhune, a famous dog expert, long ago stated
that a dog can tell by your smell whether you are afraid of him or not
by And science now knows that fear sets the adrenal glands functioning
overtime, and that there is a different odor about an animal that is
Ernest angry and one not angry. This applies not just to skunks, but to all
animals.
Man
Biologists now realize that since animals use their sense of smell so
much, it makes good sense to give an animal a whiff of the smell of hi*
prospective master. If the master turns out to be friendly, then the
animal has identified the smell of his master with kind treatment, and
acts accordingly.
WllDERNESS
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T H E T A M IN G OF A P A C H E L A N D
GNORANT men often learn the ways white women and children and put their
I of the wilderness faster than educated
ones. Many times over that peculiar fact
defenders to hideous death by torture.
HOSS LINGO
by JOSEPH C. STACEY
ISTED below, in jumbled fashion, are 10 term* relating to the equus caballut (horse,
L that is), together with a short explanation of each. Can you match up at least 7
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SODBUSTER'S
ONG, DUSTY miles lay behind Bill
L Urlis as he tooled the team of little
Spanish mules and the spring wagon over
a thought, he muttered, “Hereabout*.”
The picture in his mind was as clear as
if he had seen it last night. Only this time
to the water trough at Dry Wells. The he’d keep his mouth shut about it. No need
parched mountain country about him was to invite people to call him a fool.
familiar although he had never been here The thirsty sucking of the mules at the
before. As he looked around, his wide, water broke into his musing. He brought
black eyes seemed to stare at things other his lean, lanky frame erect and stepped to
folks couldn’t see. And the undecided the ground.
twitch at the corner of his mouth gave the “That’ll be one dollar, stranger.”
impression that the muscles there had Bill turned to see a bespectacled little
come just so far toward a smile, then wait man in white shirt and shiny serge trou
ed to make sure a smile was the right sers coming at him. Evidently the store
thing. keeper.
With his head nodding in agreement to “You talking to me?” Bill asked.
GOLD a novelet by FLOYD DAY
by
John Austin .
Pumpkin Man
LONG with the goose that saved Rome, Collins said, “No, I won’t give you a
A the lowly pumpkin has been slowly
edging its way into history. The latest in
pumpkin, but tell the chief that I will come
to see him.”
stance, of course, was when it served as a The chief’s wife went home empty-handed
hiding place for documents that sent an and told the chief. The chief was very much
American traitor to prison. But the first offended that the man he had befriended
time the pumpkin got into American history, had treated him thus. He prepared a hot
it had a happier ending. reception for Collins when the latter was to
Almost a hundred years ago a pioneer by come to him.
the name of Collins settled in the Arapaho In the meantime, as soon as the woman
country of Colorado. He had been a hunter had left his farm, Collins hitched up his
and trapper, but now he was settling down team, and had his sons load his wagon with
to raise a family, and he built himself a pumpkins.
farm on land which the Arapahoes claimed Then he immediately set off and reached
as their hunting preserve. the Arapaho village just a little behind the
The Indians did not like this destruction chief’s wife. He got a cold reception because
of their hunting grounds, which seemed to of the chief’s offended dignity, and the chief
be the white man’s favorite pastime, so the told him off in that flowery language so
chief went to Collins and told him to git. beloved by the Indians.
Collins had dealt a lot with the Indians, When he was through, Collins had his
and knew how to talk to them. He could turn to answer. “You sent your wife to
not make the chief agree to his staying ask me for one pumpkin,” he said with
permanently, but since he had his crops all much gravity.' “But I am not a little one-
planted, and had all his possessions tied up pumpkin man. I am a many-pumpkin man.
in them, he managed to persuade the fair- And whenever Jess Collins has many pump
minded chief to let him stay and work the kins, his friends also have many pumpkins.
farm until he got his crops harvested. The Behold, I have brought you, my friend,
chief agreed, provided he would leave as many pumpkins.”
soon as his crops were in. Collins went on And so there was great rejoicing, and
working his land. Many-Pumpkins Collins smoked the pipe of
That fall, when the chief knew that the peace with the chief and the braves, and
crops were ripe, he felt the urge to eat thereafter he became a staunch friend and
a pumpkin. He forthwith sent his wife to advisor of the Arapahoes, and while he
Collins with the request that she be given a lived, he and the chief kept down trouble
pumpkin for the chief. between the Indians and the whites.
Renegades'
94
Rendezvous
a novelet by AL STORM
CHAPTER I
Surprise Meeting
LUE BOWERS turned his jugheaded brick business buildings. Dust stirred by
B bay mare into Pinchot Avenue, town
of Broken Spur, and settled back in sad
a constant flow of riders and wheeled
traffic hung like film before Bowers’s
dle. A more cautious man would have eyes, roseate where a blood-red sunset
paused to reconnoiter, a wiser one have slanted sharp blades of light between the
avoided the place altogether. But Bowers, saloon fronts. Men milled along the walks,
even in his more benevolent moods, made horses choked the hitch-rails. A pulse beat
no claim to either distinction. Now, half of gold-fevered excitement emanated from
sick with fatigue and the torturing after- them and beat against Bowers with form
math of bad water he’d run onto half a less pressures.
day back, he faced the narrow crooked But Bowers was without eye or ap
gut of street with baleful red-rimmed preciation for the garish exuberance and
eyes. raw beauty of the boom town. Each grave
He spat. The foulness remained in his he’d filled, every bullet-shattered hope
throat and he swore, damning a fool who along his backtrail now sent its emissary
would ride half a thousand miles to ped to ride pace with him. Animosities then
dle his gun and then kill himself on bad beaten back but now refreshed—possibly
water when within sight of town. alined with newer hatreds—waited for
Adobe hovels rimmed the street, giv him to relax and to forget. Men beaten,
ing way finally to a long stretch of high men friends or kin to other men dead—
false-fronted frame structures and squat ever the horde grew and pressed closer
96 EXCITING WESTERN
with its uncertainty, its waiting, its venge “I’m a stranger here,” Bowers said. “ If
ance from a gun he’d overlooked. you could recommend a clean respectable
A man lived by killing, died by relax place for a man to stay—”
ing. Browers knew that with an aching Hie deputy caught his mockery and
weariness. He tugged his dusty hat brim his face changed. He appraised Bowers
lower across his face and kept a glance with a swift glance, looked behind him
prowling along the shadowed walks. And, along the street, then faced him directly.
one by one, he picked them out—men of “ If you leave that gun in your warsack,
saddle, and of gun, and that curious edged Mrs. Ivers has a place,” the deputy said.
vigilance which marked them for fellow “ She’s not looking for hardeases.”
gunmen here for the kill. “ Oh!” Bowers shifted in saddle. He
Red Struthers lifted a wave to which rubbed his jaw reflectively. “ Maybe if I
Bowers canted his head noncommittally. shave first?”
Farther along with Parsons, bony-faced The deputy eyed him without smiling.
Clyde Clawitter, the tall, ghoulish Temple “Mister, I think you’d better—” He let
ton. Then Ike Rambler, whom he saw, met the words dwindle, restraint visible in
glances with, and rode past without show his face.
of recognition moving either of them. A door behind him opened to a tall,
* long-legged man wearing a town coat and
HOEVER was building this gun dark cravat. The coat was unbuttoned to
W army was getting the cream. The
fatigue began sloughing away from Bow
reveal a low slung holster and, too, bore
its nickeled shield.
ers and he straightened in saddle. Mo “ Strommer, I— ” The stranger glanced
mentarily he wished that he had made curiously at Bowers. His eyes changed
some inquiries when first he’d learned of and he leaped forward. “ Blue, you old
the need for gunmen at Broken Spur. son-of-a-gun!”
Then the moment passed and he knew Blue Bowers stared, for a time numbed
that it wouldn’t have mattered. He’d have and unbelieving.
come regardless. A curious thing this split which allows
An ear attuned can catch the sibilant part of a man to stretch a slow, glad smile
whisper of gun call across mountain jum while the other part curses and shrivels
ble or desert waste. He had heard in back with a sinking, trapped feeling. A
Keya Paha, restlessness had hurried his gush of happiness like foam covering a
saddling. The particulars he would learn current of hapless mudded anguish. Blue
as he went along. Or so he figured as he Bowers shook his head.
eyed this little town whose streets crawled “ Ten minutes in town and already the
with gunmen and whose life blood was law makes a grab for me,” he complained.
bawdy with riches of gold pouring from Then he was swinging down from saddle
newly opened mines, and from the cattle and slapping the long-legged man on the
range which stretched endlessly north back. “John! What are you doing here
ward and eastward. with a lawman badge on your coat?”
On the corner was a building of raw “ Strommer, this is my brother Blue,”
new brick. A window bore the legend: the long-legged man said. “You’ve heard
of him. Maybe some of it bad. But for any
BROKEN SPUR EXPRESS
thing on the black side of the ledger, I
can list half a dozen on the right.”
A short, thick-necked man stood watch
The deputy hesitated. Remembering,
ing, a stubby chewed length of toothpick
Blue Bowers thought, and he shoved out
caught in his fleshy lips. Light glinted
his hand, forcing the issue.
from a nickeled badge.
Bowers reined toward the man, stop “ Glad to know you, Strommer.”
ping only when his mount was within The deputy shook hands, flushed and
arm’s length of the deputy. uncertain in this abrupt roundabout face.
RENEGADES" RENDEZVOUS 97
His fingers took on pressure. He showed you later.”
square white teeth in a grin and put He nodded solemnly at Blue, hesitated
meaning in the last grip of his hand. to see if John had any suggestions, and
“ Wait until I tell Adeline,” John Bow then turned away—a compact, hard
ers said. “ She’s heard me brag about you muscled man. Stolid and unimaginative
so much.” and, because of it, peculiarly insulated
“Adeline?” against the uncertainty which is a law
“My wife. Didn’t you know? I wrote man’s most dangerous adversary.
you last year, sent the letter to Pawnee Blue Bowers watched after him. Maybe
Gap.” John Bowers flung a quick, search capable enough to handle a drunken wad-
ing glance at his brother’s eyes. “Let’s dy or hard rock miner, he reflected. But
have a drink, Blue,” he invited. “How’d what would he do against Ike Rambler, or
you happen to drift down here anyway?” Parsons, or Clawitter?
“ My horse safe on the street?” The speculation chilled him. He turned
John Bowers grinned. But it was a to find John also looking down the street.
shallow grin, and when it faded, his face But with a far-seeing harshness as though
showed strong lines. he were looking not at the false fronts of
“As long as Strommer is here to watch saloons and gambling dens but behind
it,” he said. them, into the sly malicious scheming
His glance left Blue’s face to go search which was working to destroy him.
ing along the street in the incessant vig A gunshot came from somewhere across
ilance which means the difference between town. The sound brought John Bowers
life and death to a frontier town marshal. wheeling around, his nostrils flaring. Then
Blue enquired softly, “It’s that bad?” he stopped. He raised a hand whose
fingers trembled to rub the back of his
OHN BOWERS eyed him and, for a neck.
J breath, there was that cold wedge
between them. “ Isn’t that why vou came?”
Not looking at Blue, he said, “Probably
somebody target shooting at bottles again.
Then John laughed, roughed Blue’s shoul Or somebody claiming he saw a rat. Night
der with his fist, and tried to rebury the and day here, there, always hurrying to
thing that had come to light. He said, find nothing.”
“Let’s have that drink. It’s been a long Blue Bowers thought, And your nerves
time since the Bowers boys split a bottle.” are cracking under it. You’re losing con
The surface of Blue agreed, “A long trol of the town—which is what they’re
time at that, John.” But underneath, Blue after.
Bowers was wondering how long the Aloud he said, “You got ’em worried,
pressure had been too much for his broth John, or they wouldn’t be heckling you.
er, how long it had been wearing nerves Just sit tight and make them come to you.”
which could not stand wear without weak “ If only they would! One at a time or
ening and betraying their owner. all at once. Just so a man could look down
John Bowers was taking things too the street and see what he had to face.”
deeply, letting them get in where they Again there was sound of a single gun
festered, made him taut. Time was no shot. But. this time from a sun-bleached
longer his friend, but an enemy rasping jumble of rocks and stone outcroppings
and fraying at his control. Where cool that marked beginning of the badlands.
judgment and patience would be needed, John Bowers’s voice was blunt as he
he would not have it. And then would said, “I’ll be seeing you, Blue.” He began
come the kill. From long experience Blue pacing along the walk.
Bowers knew that attrition was not wholly “ Get your deputy to back you, John,”
an Indian’s game. Blue called.
The deputy, Strommer, said, “Well, “It’s my job.”
guess I’d better stroll around a bit. See Blue fell silent. Anger and pride were
98 EXCITING WESTERN
sending John along that walk, driving ring for a time. Then both turned back
him on a fruitless quest the very failure of into the side street from which Strommer
which would add to that anger and that had come.
pride. Until one day there would be some “We’ll have that drink, Red,” Blue
body waiting for him, and it would be Bowers said.
over. Struthers did not answer. When he
Words came into Blue’s throat. Swear turned toward the saloon door his smile
words. It wasn’t the badge on John’s coat, was gone.
but the blood in his veins. The blood of a
brother which would have to be spilled
before Parsons, and Red Struthers, and
Clawitter could feel free in town. CHAPTER II
Strommer was not in sight. Across the
street, Red Struthers leaned indolently “ Crawl to Me!”
against a wooden awning post and loafed.
Blue studied him for a moment. Struthers
was too casual. HE Ace of Hearts was a plushy place.
A building certainty brought Blue Bow
ers around. Ike Rambler was no longer
T Wide and deep, with sixty feet of
polished bar, fancy prism’d chandeliers,
on the street. Nor were the nondescript and probably twenty or thirty tables scat
hangers-on in front of the Ace of Hearts tered along one wall. Two sets of double
Saloon, or the Adobe, or the Frontier doors gave into the place. Opposite was a
Saloon, as numerous as they had been. wide stage, now empty. The roulette wheel
Turning, Blue stepped back into saddle and chuck-a-luck stands were draped in
and reined his mount around. John was white dust covers, while three swampers
already fifty yards down the street. Blue worked their mops over the floor.
lifted his horse to a canter, holding to the Blue pursed his lips in a soundless whis
street center, slowing when he came tle. More than the paltry wages of thirsty
abreast of John. He did not look at his cowhands had gone into this place. Maybe
brother. even more than the wages of miners who
dug gold ore from the half-dozen going
TRUTHERS had shifted his attention.
S Blue reined in toward him. Struthers
had been rolling a cigarette. He finished
mines north of town. Syndicate outfits,
employing their men in shifts, at set wages.
But Blue doubted that these wages were
the job, licking the paper- sealed with enough to keep the Ace of Hearts going.
slow deliberation, then shoved it unlighted Struthers led the way to the bar, nodded
into the corner of his wide, flat mouth. curtly at the bartender, and swung around
“ You get around, Bowers.” to hook his elbows atop the mahogany.
Blue Bowers laughed. “ Somebody al “ Figure to stay long?” he asked bluntly.
ways sees to that, Red.” He dismounted Blue shrugged, and watched the man,
and ducked under the hitch-rail beside and wondered what was building the
the red-headed killer. tension in him.
Struthers’s glance flicked across the “Depends,” he answered easily. “How
street, and he grinned. “A drink, Blue?” do things shape up?”
Blue wagged his head, smiling nastily, Struthers looked at him. Then looked
showing Red that he was onto the game away. The fine muscles under his skin
and defying him to argue. were drawn so that the flesh seemed
“In a minute, Red. This is a new town stony and hard.
to me. I want to see how it operates.” “ I didn’t know you was kin to a law
Deputy Strommer rounded the next cor man,” Struthers said finally.
ner down, saw John Bowers approaching, Blue laughed. “Hell, there’s been a time
and stopped. The two men stood confer or two when I wore a law badge myself.
RENEGADES’ RENDEZVOUS 99
You knew that?” the cold mirthless smiling of the man con
Struthers did not answer. He looked at fronting them.
Blue, then looked away, staring blankly “You were saying something about Bow
into distance while the pulse lifted in the ers,” Blue clipped frigidly.
big vein of his throat. And Blue Bowers None spoke, none so much as breathed.
used his left hand to lift the whisky glass Then a bulky thick-mustached man forced
from the bar. himself to move.
There weren’t more than eight or ten “ What’s it to you, stranger?”
men in the room, not counting the swamp Blue Bowers stared at the red-rimmed
ers and bartenders. No tables were oc brown eves, held his gaze until the man’s
cupied. B'ue let his glance soak into the nerve fluttered, and he looked away.
backbar mirror and rove across the re “You won’t get away with it, Bowers,”
flection. Directly overhead was a balu- he whispered. “You shoot and—and—”
straded catwalk which connected the up Blue Bowers’s laugh mocked him. “ And
stairs rooms in the front of the buildiing what, mister? I pour a slug into your belly
with those in the back. It was a feature and what?”
of construction he had noted upon first Sweat beaded the man’s twitching face.
entering the saloon, and did not show in He stared fixedly, making no answer.
the reflection. They had depended upon Red Struthers
Thinking of that catwalk gave Blue an to take Blue from behind. Only now
itchy feeling. It was like riding into an Struthers was out of it. And Blue had the
ambush and knowing that it was there, drop.
yet being helpless to alter or change any
WHIP-LASH of anger crackled in
aspect of it.
Most sound had died from the saloon. A Blue Bowers’s voice. “ Then get down
on your knees and ask me not to!” he
Blue watched Struthers with lazy indif
ference and waited, as Struthers was said. “ Get down, damn you! I want the
waiting. story to spread across all this neck of
Then a voice came from behind him. country. I want everybody to know of it
“That damned Bowers is getting too cocky. and talk of it. So that whenever you see
Somebody ought to fix his clock.” another man you’ll know that he is re
Struthers was still staring into distance. membering how you crawled to a Bowers
But with a glance that was sharp, and and begged!”
edgy, forcibly held away from Bowers. The mustached man paled so that the
When Blue made no move, the voice con whisky veins of his nose and cheeks flamed
tinued, a little more shrilly loud: like livid threads. His nostrils were white-
“Thinks he’s king-pin of the town, the edged. Panic lay close to the surface of
low—” his voice as he Cried:
Blue Bowers hunched his shoulders and “ No! By hell, no!”
shifted. With the first move, Red Struth The other two were still numbed, but
ers came around. There was a fleet instant Blue knew that another dozen heart-beats
of sharp surprise in Struthers’s eyes when of time would shatter the spell and send
he found Blue facing him instead of turned them plunging into action. No man could
toward the speaker. Then Bowers flipped crawl and ever again hold up his head.
his whisky into those widening eyes. Especially no man of the gun-breed, dis
Struthers’s draw faltered as agony flamed dainful of scruples but placing inordinate
across his face. He reeled back, and Blue value on nerve and pride and a reputation
rapped him across the temple with the for toughness.
barrel of his Remington pistol. The mustached man took a short, jerky
He wheeled then, the barrel swiveling step away from the bar, his eyes bulged
and falling into line. Three men stared in and haunted, but showing no intention of
frozen consternation at the gun and at crawling. Each second stretched, and
mu e x errm o WESTERN
frayed, and ticked away—and left a void “ See to Struthers, Hamilton,” he di
over which they hung suspended. rected one of the bartenders. Then he was
Then a woman’s voice called down from regarding Blue Bowers and laughing a
the catwalk, incongruous in this poised silent, coyote’s laugh that revealed his
timelessness. Creating a compelling urge back teeth, and was completely soundless.
for a man to shift, and look up, and break “What was this all about, Bowers? You
the shackles. And he dared not. know the city marshal doesn’t allow shoot
“ Go get ’em, buckeroo!” the woman ing trouble in Broken Spur. You could
called. “Eat ’em up for breakfast! Try the have got me in trouble with the law.”
barkeep for desert!” Bowers nudged Red Struthers’s limp
“Be quiet, Lilly,” a man protested qui form with a boot toe. “He took me for a
etly. “Mr. Bowers is having his little joke. fool, too.”
Do not interfere.” The paunchy man chuckled.
The man’s voice, too, came from the cat- “ Come on up when Lilly gets done with
walk overhead, and Blue Bowers knew you,” he invited. “I got a bottle in my desk
that it signalled end to the tableau. that beats this belly wash we shove over
The mustached man turned away. He the bar.”
placed both palms flat on the bar and “And maybe Ike Rambler behind the
slumped against his stiffened arms, too door?”
spent to move. Behind him, the other two The paunchy man’s face changed and
glared wordless hatred at Bowers. One for a second was devoid of the good humor
bent to murmur to the mustached man, he feigned. Then he was laughing again,
got no answer, and lifted his head to glare and showing tobacco-yellowed back teeth,
again. and making no sound. He shrugged and
Bowers stepped back, holstering his gun. turned away.
The woman was leaning over the balus
HE barkeep, Hamilton, came around
trade-—a luxuriant blonde woman, flushed
and startlingly beautiful. Her soft red
lips were open to show white teeth. Her
T the end of the bar with a pail of water
and a rag. He began sopping at the crim
syes sparkled even in the dim light of the son which seeped from the blue-red ridge
room. that bulged from the side of Struthers’s
Beside her was a short, paunchy man in head.
a soft shirt and bright red elastic sleeve “Dump that pail in his face,” Bowers
holders. Instinctive caution held this man advised. “He’ll come out of it.”
back so that only the outer rim of his “We’d have to mop again.” The bar
belly and the upper portion of his face keep kept sopping with his wet rag.
showed above the catwalk flooring. The woman came across the floor and
Blue Bowers eyed the two, and waited, stopped in front of Blue. She looked into
and knew that the gun trap he had spoiled his eyes, smiling, and gave no notice to
had been known to both of them from the Struthers, sprawled almost underfoot.
beginning. “I’m Lilly Belle,” she said softly. “This
“ I’ll buy you a drink, cowboy,” the time I’m breaking precedent and doing
blonde woman said. She laughed down at the buying. The first one, anyhow.”
him with provocative invitation and It was a macabre touch, yet the loveli
waited for his reaction. ness of the woman was such that Bowers
“Lilly!” the paunchy man protested. felt himself lifted up by a wave of reck
“Don’t—” lessness. He said, “There’ll be more than
But the woman turned away from him one?”
and moved along the catwalk toward the Her eyes answered, and her sultry
rear where an open stairway led down to smile, and the subtle, provocative way in
the main floor. He leaned over the balus which she swayed toward him until her
trade. full breasts were touching his arm.
RENEGADES’ RENDEZVOUS 101
Desire came into Bowers like a flame to be too big before long!”
blown white-hot. A damnable urging he Sly-laughing, coyotey Kinkead! Not yet
fought to control. He let his glance reach big, but scheming to change that. And
deep, sent it probing into her eyes, an John Bowers, a lawman, strongly alive.
swering promise with promise, and knew And that, too, to be changed by Kinkead’s
that whatever else Broken Spur might scheming.
hold for him, this much he would have. Even as Blue watched the woman move
He answered his own question, “There’ll along the catwalk, his thoughts encom
be more.” And laughed at what he saw in passed the tangents represented by Kin
her glance. kead and John Bowers, and brought them
She smiled secretively. “Kinkead won’t into a picture that emerged as clear-etched
like it.” and sharp as though the situation had
“Kinkead?” been explained to him in detail.
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