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CHAPTER I
Raid!
TEVE BANNISTER, forking a
big apaloosa gelding, rode slow-
in on the group of men and
women surrounding a portable well
drill. A tall young fellow, heavy-
fisted, and yellow-haired, there was
.'F& R 'K H U ftsJ' a frown on his clean-chiseled fea
tures, but that rarely left him now-
12
of steel could reach as far as the Quaker
colony, and the nearness of the deadline
by which time it must be accomplished
or he would forfeit his grant-in-aid from
the state government at Austin, his con
fidence of success ebbed low.
Presently a stain of dust cloud showed
ahead, tawny gold under the touch of the
sun, and feathering out against the sky,
carried by a constant wind. As he drew
Cunm etal burned hot against H atfield’s palms as he shot the six-gun dry (C H A P. X IV )
CHAPTER III
Cattle King
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22 TEXAS RANGERS
“ You’re probably right,” Hatfield con Hatfield. He don’t ever take on a job he
ceded. “But you have to be suspicious can’t handle.” He added proudly, “ But I’ve
of everybody, in this kind of a game.” never seen the job that was too big for him
to take on!”
HEY walked their horses forward, So they waited, in silence. The min
T while the lights swam nearer across
the darkness and the Crown ranch build
utes ran out. Steve Bannister felt an
urge to smoke and reached for tobacco
ings began to take shape. They were few, and papers. He had them half out of his
and not large. The prohibitive cost of shirt pocket before he caught himself
freighting lumber into this treeless Cap and quickly stuffed them back.
Rock country had determined that. There An occasional sound drifted toward
was a main house, dark now; a bunk them from the ranch buildings— the slam
shack, a barn, and a few smaller build of a door, the brief lift of a man’s gruff
ings of sod. A nearby water collection voice. The yipping of a coyote floated in
tank explained the choice of this location from the dense blackness of the prairie,
for the ranch headquarters. broke off and came again from somewhere
When they had got in as close as Hat farther away. . . .
field considered safe, he called a halt. Quickly Jim Hatfield moved in on the
“Dismount and stay low to the ground,” ranch buildings. He had removed his
he ordered. “ I aim to work in close enough spurs, so there was nothing to make a
to manage a look at anybody moving betraying sound as he went forward, pick
among the buildings. I won’t be gone ing his way swiftly, cautiously.
long.” The shape of the ranch layout became
“Let me do it, Jim!” Buck Robertson clearer. When within two hundred yards
cried eagerly. “ I’m not as bulky as you, of the nearest buildings, he lowered him
and I can move quiet. Let me do the self to the earth and made a careful sur
scoutin’ !” vey of the place before proceeding near
Hatfield grinned into the darkness. er. Horses were stirring in a peeled-pole
“ Sorry, Buck—not this time! A little too corral but he couldn’t judge their num
risky. If they are here, there’s bound to be ber, except to guess that there were quite
guards stationed. Red Ruffin is no gent to a few of them. The crew, he thought,
trifle with!” must be in the long, sod-roofed bunk
“Ruffin?” Steve Bannister echoed the shack. He could see their shadows cross
name questioningly. ing its lighted windows, and hear their
“ The outlaw who’s bucking you,” Hat banter.
field explained. “ I recognized him at He moved forward again. Suddenly he
once— had trouble with him before, and froze as the drum of a couple of cantering
I wasn’t apt to forget that head of hair. horses swelled out of the dark, from some
He wears it long to cover his ears. A gang place to his right. Two riders came loping
of vigilantes cropped them for him to in. He felt for a gunbutt, waited with his
mark him for a dirty horse thief. He’s hand on it while the dark shapes of the
one dangerous, black-hearted snake. This horses grew against the black horizon.
time, I hope to get to stomp him for good, But they passed by him, though so close
. . . Now— out of saddle!” he could hear the creak of the saddle
He was already dismounting, slipping leather. Then they were riding into the
lightly to earth and handing the reins to ranchyard and the gleam of a lantern
Buck Robertson. By the time Steve Ban hung above the barn door showed that
nister and the young fellow had stepped the horsemen were Jubal King and his
down the Ranger was already gone, a si foreman, Lawtry.
lent shadow moving off through early They dismounted and a puncher, hur
darkness toward the ranch buildings. rying out from the barn, took over the
As the other two hunkered beside their unsaddling of the broncs. Hatfield
mounts to wait, Bannister said anxiously: watched as the men conversed for a mo
“ Isn’t he taking a long chance? If his ment. Then they parted, the white-haired
guess about Jubal King should happen rancher heading for the bunk shack, Vern
to be right?” Lawtry jingling his spurs toward the
Buck snorted. “ You don’t know Jim crude, two-room ranchhouse. A light
STEEL BAILS FOB TEXAS 23
sprang up inside it. After a moment or remember spotting during the raid on the
two, Jubal King emerged from the bunk railroad track-laying crew at sunset,
shack and headed for the ranchhouse.
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“ You trying to pin something on me, fight over cards,” he shouted, “ and smash
Ranger?” he gritted. Then his mouth the place like a herd of buffalo! I’m ex
twisted into a grimace of a smile. “Y ou’ll pecting full payment from the A and C
have to go look in my desk at the freight for this!”
office, then. Because that’s where my gun Jim Hatfield cut in before Bannister
is, right this minute!” He opened the front could answer.
of his coat, spreading it to show that he “I wouldn’t advise you to try to collect
had no holster strapped about his stocky damages,” he said coldly. “You’ve prob
middle. ably made plenty off the railroad, and you
Hatfield knew he was stopped. This knew the risks when you opened up in a
didn’t prove that Slocum might not have place like this. So I think you’d better
fired the shot. If he had, and knew the forget it!”
Ranger was hot on his heels, he undoubt This shut the fellow up, and shortly
edly would have thrown away the still afterward, when they left the place, the
smoking weapon rather than risk being matter was closed. The straw boss, Riley,
found with it on his person. But there was was staunching a bloody cut on one broad
nothing more Jim Hatfield could do now red cheek. Steve Bannister’s shirt had
and Slocum was grinning at him taunting been tom off him and his left cheek was
ly, enjoying his defeat. swelling a little. The Ranger showed no
“ All right, Slocum,” the Ranger grunt marks of the fight except for a sore
ed, and swung away. knuckle on his left hand.
“I guess you came off better than the
two of us,” Bannister said.
“I guess I did,” Hatfield agreed. “But
CHAPTER VIII
somebody missed by only a couple of
inches, trying to put a bullet through my
Dousin’ Rod skull!”
“What!” the railroad man exclaimed.
“Who was it?”
IM HATFIELD could almost feel “ I didn’t see him— the shot came from
J those obsidian eyes of Grady Slocum’s
probing the back of his head as he strode
outside the tent. But it looks as if some
body figures I’m stepping on his toes and
back toward the tent. He wished he knew doesn’t like it. He almost made the most
what thoughts lay behind them. of his chance, this time. I’ll try to see to it
Did Grady Slocum hate him, merely be that he doesn’t get another. . . .”
cause of some shrewd guesses he had Next morning, Jim Hatfield and Buck
voiced at their first meeting? Or was there saddled their horses and struck out for
more to it than that—a fear, perhaps, that the Quaker settlement.
the Ranger would stumble onto some se They rode north across this high, swell
cret? A fear so great that it could lead ing short grass land, under a mounting
the man to try to ’kill him? sun. The constant wind pushed at them,
The questions had to be shelved, for the hard. The song of a meadow lark floated
time being. But he would return to them. out of the ruffling grass.
When he reentered the tent, it was to Occasionally they passed clumps of
find that Bannister and Riley had already Jubal King’s cattle, feeding on open range,
put a finish to the fighting and that the or standing about in the few scanty water
place had quieted down. Surrounded by courses that made darker streaks of wil
battered, sweaty men, the railroad builder low and scrub cottonwood against the im
was holding an investigation into the cause mensity of the empty plains. The twin
of the row. A few men with broken heads steel of the railroad stretched a smear of
were being led off to the doctor’s office. reflected light, paralleling their course,
The proprietor of the tent saloon was fac and the warmth of the sun drew a tang of
ing Bannister, shouting about the damage creosote from the new-laid hardwood ties.
that had been done, deploring his smashed They passed the site of yesterday’s end-
furniture and broken glassware. of-track raid, then the twin rails dropped
“ These gandy dancers of yours come behind them. They pressed hard, but it
into a man’s place of business and start a was mid-morning when the raw, new
STEEL BAILS FOR TEXAS 33
buildings of the Quaker settlement loomed “ Glad to know you, Ranger Hatfield!”
before them, set down in the midst of this he said and introduced the half-dozen
high, raw land. farmers.
The simple mud-and-frame houses were Finally he turned to black-bearded
grouped together as though for company, Monk Mosen, who stood at one side with
and there was a store or two. It was actu a surly look on his craggy features.
ally the nucleus of what might one day “ We’re searching for a place to make
grow to be a sizable little town, and it another try at drilling,” Hilsing explained.
bore the pleasant name of Friend. “Perhaps this time we’ll have a change of
As the riders walked their horses luck. If not— ” He lifted his shoulders, in
along the dusty street, a pretty girl came an expressive gesture, and his face with
along the footpath, a market basket on her its square-cut beard was solemn.
arm, the wind whipping at the wings of Hatfield eyed the thing Mosen was hold
her poke bonnet and catching her full ing in his big hands. It was a branching
skirts. Jim Hatfield pulled over and length of cherry wood, with the bark
tipped his hat to her. peeled off.
“Pardon me, miss,” he said. “ But can “ Y ou’re going to find water with that
you tell me where I can find Adam Hil- contraption?” he asked with obvious skep
sing?” ticism.
“ You don’t think it works?” Monk Mo
HE GLANCED from one to the other sen demanded harshly. “ This little old
S of the strangers, uncertainly, not
missing the badge pinned to the Ranger’s
dousin’ rod never fails, mister!”
“ Can’t say that it’s done anything for
shirt front, these people to brag about,” the Ranger
“ He’s my father,” she answered finally. pointed out.
“ What do you want with him ?” The driller gave him a thunderous look.
Hatfield grinned. “Just to talk. We’re “ Well,” he mumbled. “ Maybe once in a
friends of Steve Bannister’s. I’m Jim Hat while you need a little time.”
field of the Texas Rangers.” “ We’ve already spent more time than
Instantly her face lighted. “ Of course. we can afford,” Adam Hilsing said, “so
Y ou’ll find Dad out in the north field, with let’s get on with this. And if we don’t find
some of the other men. They’re trying to water this time, there may not be
locate a well.” another!”
Nodding thanks, the two rode on. When “ Yes,” one of the other Quaker men
they were beyond earshot Buck said ap prompted, “ let’s get on with it!”
provingly: Monk Mosen looked about at the faces
“ So that’s Amy Hilsing, Steve’s girl. of the men, and with an ill-humored shrug
Maybe she’s really the reason he wanted he turned away from the Ranger. Hat
to build his railroad up here on the Cap field stood aside, with Buck Robertson at
Rock!” his elbow, and watched the driller’s move
“ Not a bad reason,” Hatfield agreed. ments with a cool and critical detachment.
They left the settlement and rode across Buck, who had never observed a douser
open land where the first work of cultiva at work before, was taking in the scene
tion had been done. They soon saw the with wide-eyed interest on his freckled
group of men Amy Hilsing had mentioned face.
and went toward them at a canter. The Mosen had taken the forked cherry
men turned and watched them ride up. branch by its two shorter prongs, one in
Nearby, the grotesquely-shaped well each hand, the longer end of the stick
drill sat idle, its boilers cold. thrust in front of him. Now he was walk
Amid an exchange of nodded greetings, ing at a slow prowl across the field, with
the riders reined in and dismounted. the Quakers following him, spread out in
When Hatfield had introduced Buck and a semi-circle and matching his pace. Mo-
himself, and asked for Adam Hilsing, the sen’s dark frown of concentration was re
man he had already picked out as the flected in their own anxious looks, as they
leader of the group immediately stepped watched the point of the stick for any sign
forward, horny hand thrust out in wel of movement.
come, When it came directly above an under*
34 TEXAS RANGERS
ground flow of water, according to the an came out of any fifty-foot hole!” the Lone
cient lore of dousing, that stick should Wolf snapped. “What did you do, Mosen?
suddenly twist uncontrollably in the hands Disconnect the drill as soon as you hit a
of the water witch who held it, and of its trace of water, so you’d be sure and not
own accord point straight downward bring in a well until you were good and
toward the earth. ready to?”
“ How about it, Jim ?” asked Buck Rob “ Why, you— ”
ertson, in a whisper. “ Is there anything Hurling aside his cherry-wood stick, the
to this?” burly driller made a rush at his accuser.
Hatfield gave him a brief smile. “Well,” Mosen was not as tall as the big Ranger,
he said, “ they didn’t teach it in engineer but he had a surplus of tough, brute mus
ing college. Whether it works or not, cle. His arms were clubs as he waded for
though, what I’m concerned about is that ward, his hamlike fists reaching for Hat
this Mosen hombre may only be stringing field. But a quick sidestep saved Hatfield
these folks along, without any intention of from that first assault that was meant to
finding water for them—at least, until he’s flatten him, and as his antagonist lum
collected every cent they’ve been able to bered into range he drove out a stinging
save!” right that caught Mosen on the side of the
“ I don’t like his looks,” Buck agreed. jaw, snapped his head painfully on the
thick, pillar neck.
N IMPULSE, the Ranger walked But that didn’t end it. A roar of hurt
over to Adam Hilsing. rage burst from Monk Mosen and then,
“ I understand,” he said, “ that Mosen has blind to everything but his fury and the
already made a couple of bores without wish to break this opponent, he switched
striking anything. Mind showing me those direction and was crowding the Ranger.
holes?” No chance this time to dodge. A smash
The Quaker leader looked surprised, ing weight struck Hatfield in the chest, al
but he turned and pointed. most driving the wind from his lungs, and
“ The nearest one’s over that way a cou sending him stumbling backward.
ple hundred yards,” he said. Through a booming, buzzing roar that
Hatfield spotted the pile of dirt, for the filled his head, he heard the cries of the
bore had not been filled in. farmers, and Buck’s clear, shrill warning:
“ I think I’ll just take a look at that,” he “Jim! Keep out of his way, Jim!”
said. But he had recovered quickly enough
Something in his manner prompted the from that blow to meet the black-bearded
Quaker to trail him and Buck across the driller’s following rush with a chopping
field. Hatfield walked around the hole, ex left that stopped Mosen in his tracks. That
amined the piles of dirt about its mouth. gave the Ranger an extra moment to force
“How deep did he go here before he wind into his lungs.
quit?” he finally asjked. Past Mosen’s bearlike shape he saw the
“ Fifty feet,” Hilsing told him. farmers standing about with looks of hor
“Were you watching him?” ror in their faces. Buck Robertson was
Hilsing shot the Ranger a look. “Hardly. jerking a gun from the battered holster he
There’s plenty of work here to keep every wore at his slim waist. Hatfield shook his
man busy!” head.
“ I suppose so. But it’s too bad you “ I’ll handle this!” he called to Buck.
couldn’t have been keeping an eye on him Then Monk Mosen was after him again.
every minute!”
“Explain that. Ranger!”
Hatfield turned. Monk Mosen had come CHAPTER IX
up and had overheard what had been said.
He stood there with his dousing rod for Battle!
gotten in one big, oil-smeared fist, his glare
pinned on the Ranger.
“ What are you saying about m e?” he IKE a sturdy oak, Hatfield stood his
demanded. ground and, toe to toe, he and Monk
“I’m saying that that pile of dirt never Mosen slugged away at each other. Mosen
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had his head drawn into the protection of your persuasion, and when a man asks for
hunched shoulders that were plated with a beating I’m not above giving it to him.
rubbery, tough muscle. It was hard to land Especially when he’s a mangy ekunk who
a blow that seemed capable of hurting has cheated those who trusted and de
him, but Jim Hatfield sent blood spurting pended on him!”
with one thrust against the driller’s spiky- For a moment, no one answered him.
bearded cheek. He collected a rib-crack Adam Hilsing was clawing at his square-
ing slam against his own side but twisted cut whiskers with a look of obvious dis
away from it as it landed, so that the full tress stamped upon his fine, aging fea
'force of it missed him. tures.
Then, gauging his opportunity, the Rang “ We do the best we can, all of us, in our
er landed a blow that broke through the separate ways,” he finally said. “ And what
other man’s guard, and snapped his huge you just did was on behalf of others. . . .
body into an arc. Mosen went clear off- You’re convinced that Mosen has been
balance and, spinning about, spilled down. cheating us?”
He landed full in one of the heaped piles “Dead sure of it,” Jim Hatfield an
of loose earth from the well boring and swered firmly. “ I’ll wager that if you set
rolled off it, floundering, scattering the him to work again on this bore he said was
dirt around him as he fought to his feet. hopeless, and make him stick to it, he’ll
Hatfield let him get his boots under him, bring you in a well in short order!”
then went in, crowding him hard, boring The driller, who seemed to have a con
left and right and left again into the thick stitution of iron, was already coming
barrel chest. around after the beating Hatfield had giv
Breath whooshed in a spray of blood en him. The Lone Wolf leaned down and
from the driller’s smashed lips. Suddenly pulled him to a sitting position. Bloody
on the defensive, he groped with big hands and dirty, the big man glowered dazedly
to grab his opponent in a throttling grip about him before he could center his at
and still those jarring fists. Hatfield twist tention on the face of the man who had
ed aside, but one of Mosen’s paws caught bested him.
him, scooped him against that straining “ Y ou’ve got one more chance, Mosen!”
chest. A combined reek of sweat and ma the Ranger told him icily. “ Set your drill
chine oil filled his nostrils. up over this hole and get to work—and no
With a desperate lunge, he shoved up funny business this time, or you’ll draw
ward. The top of his head struck Mosen’s something more than a beating. Is that
chin, and the grip that held him was bro clear?”
ken. Monk Mosen glared at him from under
Tearing free, he saw the driller with his streaming black hair, sweat-plastered to
defense shattered, his black-stubbled chin his forehead. Then, without speaking, he
lifted in invitation to a finish blow. Hat hitched painfully to his feet and started
field started one from the shoulder, put walking over to the drill. Hatfield wafched
ting all his weight behind it. The jar of him go, then turned back to the farmers.
his fist landing ran clear up his arm, but “I’ve got a hunch he’s going to behave
he caught his balance after the follow- himself, now. He’s found out the wages of
through of the swing. He saw Monk Mosen greed are darn poor pay.” The Ranger
drop, hit the earth, and stay there. looked down at himself. “ Now I’d like to
Breathing hard, Hatfield stood over the wash up and break a clean shirt out of my
man he had felled and flexed the fingers saddle-bags.”
of his left hand. His hands were bloody “ Of course,” Adam Hiking said, quickly.
and that knuckle he had hurt during the “It’s dinner time, also. Won’t you both
row in the saloon tent the night before honor us by breaking bread with my fam
was aching He hoped it wasn’t cracked. ily ?”
He looked about at the ring of men who Hatfield cocked a glance at Buck. “ How
had watched the fight. Their faces were about it? Hungry?”
pale with consternation and horror.
“I’m sorry,” he said slowly. “I know HE young fellow grinned, his face still
how you people must feel about the vio
lence you’ve just seen. But I am not of
T a little pale from the excitement of the
fight, and splotchy-looking with its mass
36 TEXAS RANGERS
of freckles. unstrapped his gun-belts and placed them
“You know me, Jim! I'm always hun with his saddle. “ These people, by their
gry!” religion, are opposed to fighting and weap
“ Come along, then,” Hilsing told them. ons. It would be wrong to wear a gun into
The group broke up, leaving a glower their home.”
ing but chastened Monk Mosen to tinker Buck looked dubious, but he obediently
with his drill in preparation for setting it did as Hatfield suggested. As they walked
in operation. As Hatfield and Buck walked together toward the friendly house, from
back toward the village with Hilsing, lead the kitchen came the warm and inviting
ing their horses, the Lone W olf said: scents of dinner cooking.
“ I don’t think he’ll give you any more Buck shook his head a little. “A ll I can
trouble. Just let him understand that say,” he muttered, “ is it must take an aw
you’re on to his tricks. And don’t pay him ful lot of courage to be a Quaker, up here
another cent until he does bring in that on the Cap Rock.”
well!” It was a pleasant hour they spent with
“ We’ll do as you say, Ranger Hatfield.” the Hilsings, eating simple but delicious
Approaching the rear ef one of the sim farm fare and discussing the plans and
ple, wooebgySfegd houses, they saw Amy problems of the little colony. Hopes had
Hilsing m f f U p ^ r them in the doorway. been lifted by Jim Hatfield’s intervention
With her wfa a kindly-looking woman and his promise of almost sure success in
whom Hatfield judged to be her mother. finding the water they needed. Now, if the
Looks of anxiety were on their faces as A & C could overcome its enemies and
they saw the stranger’s battered appear push through to completion, their future
ance and the blood and dirt on his cloth seemed brighter than it had in many
ing. weeks.
“ Set two extra plates for our guests,” This brought the talk around to Steve
Adam Hilsing said to them. “ They have Bannister and his affairs, and Hatfield
just done us and our people a great service. didn’t fail to notice how Am y Hilsing’s
And, Amy, do thee bring Mr. Hatfield eyes lighted and her cheeks glowed rosily
warm water, please, and something for his at mention of the railroad man. Obvious
cuts!” ly she was in love with Steve.
“ Of course,” said the girl, smiling again, Buck Robertson, having finished his
and nodding so that the sun found glints meal, left Hatfield talking and went out to
of gold in her braided hair. saddle up their horses for the return trip
Jim Hatfield thanked them, and said, to the railroad camp. He came tearing
“Buck and I will be stripping the gear off back in suddenly, yelling:
our broncs.” “Hey, Jim! They caught a bronc with a
Buck had a puzzled expression on him. bloody saddle!”
Alone with his mentor, as they worked at
removing the saddles and sweaty blankets, ATFIELD was on his feet at once,
he asked:
“What kind of people are these, Jim?
H with Hilsing trailing him as he" hur
ried outside. Some of the grangers were
What makes them talk so funny?” gathered about the captured horse. It
“ Never met a Quaker before, did you, seemed badly spooked and sidestepped,
Buck?” said Hatfield, smiling. “ They’re ears laid back, at every sound. The Rang
fine folks. And as for their talk, I guess as er touched the smear of blood on the bat
a matter of fact they speak better English tered kak, and found it fresh.
than the rest of us do. W e’ve plumb for “Why, that’s Mosen’s saddler!” Adam
got there’s such a word as ‘thee’ in the lan Hilsing exclaimed.
guage. It’s only used, of course, when The Ranger turned to throw a quick,
they’re talking to a close personal friend, searching glance across the field north of
or a member of the family.” the settlement. He saw the drilling rig,
“ You mean, if they get to like us well but no sign of Monk Mosen himself.
enough they might call us that, too?” “ Where’s he gone?” he said.
“ Could be. . . Just a minute, Buck,” he No one could answer the question. They
added, as Buck started to turn back had all been too busy with their own af
toward the house. Solemnly, the Ranger fairs to have noticed the driller.
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“Saddle up, Buck!” grunted the Lone with displeasure. And there, in the shad
Wolf. “ We’ve got to do some tracking!” owed declivity, lay the body of Monk Mos
In minutes they were mounted and en, blood-smeared from the hole made by
heading away from the Quaker settlement, a six-gun bullet that had smashed through
on a search that Hatfield was already con his middle, at close range.
vinced would have a grim outcome. Some A quick survey satisfied the Ranger that
of the colonists had wanted to come along, whoever had done this was already gone.
but any more riders would only have He slipped his Colt back into holster and,
slowed them down. Only an expert track speaking to Goldy to steady him, swung
er had much chance, following sign on this down. When Buck joined him he was
hard, unbroken prairie sod, where the kneeling at Mosen’s side.
constant wind swept away sign almost as There was still a faint flicker of life in
soon as it was laid down. the big driller. His eyes half-opened, and
Jim Hatfield found, however, the two he peered sightlessly up at them, his
sets of prints that Mosen’s bronc had left, bloody, bearded lips working.
in being ridden away from the settlement <sWho did it?” Jim Hatfield prodded
and in wandering back with empty saddle him, voice pitched loud to cut through
and stirrups. He chose the former because the fog of the dying man’s dulled senses.
they pointed a more direct course, and be “ Who shot you, M onk?”
cause the weight of the man in the saddle The lips trembled, forming words that
had added to the clearness of the prints. had no breath behind them. Hatfield
They led southward, and Hatfield and leaned close.
Buck set out in the same direction. “ Try to speak out,” he urged. “ Try to
Mosen had been riding fast, as though teU us!”
spurred by some urgent project. Follow A faltering whisper reached his ear.
ing his trail, they pressed as hard as they “ . . . said I let him down . . . said . . . too
dared, but there was always the risk of dangerous to live— ”
overrunning the sign and losing it. And “ What’s he saying, Jim ?” Buck Rob
in fact, that nearly happened. Jim Hat ertson demanded. “ What’s he telling
field suddenly broke a silence of ten or you ?”
fifteen minutes by reining in sharply and
exclaiming:
“Hold it, Buck! Look t h e r e — he CHAPTER X
changed direction all at once. Pulled
sharp toward the right!” Death of a Water Witch
He stood in stirrups, and threw a quick
look around. A hundred rods off to the
west, a dry wash lined with scrub wil
lows ran parallel with their course. ITH a shake of his head, the
“ I think he headed for those bushes,”
the Ranger said. “ Must have seen or
W Ranger slowly straightened. The
lips of Monk Mosen had stilled, and the
heard something there that made him eyes had taken on the fixed stare of
change his mind.” death.
“ But what, Jim ?” “ He didn’t quite get it out,” he mut
Not answering, Hatfield sent Goldy in tered.
this new direction. As he came in toward A rubber-butted six-gun lay in the
the draw, something prompted him to pebbled bottom of the wash, where it
unsheath one of his guns, which he had had skidded away from Mosen’s limp
strapped in place about his hips before fingers. Hatfield picked it up, saw the
leaving the Quaker colony. initial “M ” crudely carved into each of
Wind rattled the dry brush and the the butt plates. He sniffed the barrel,
sagging, dusty willows, but there was no broke open the cylinder for a look at
sound or sign of life. Hatfield didn’t the loads. The gun had not been fired.
know why he was so suddenly sure that “ So that’s the shape of it!” he grunted.
they had reached the end of the trail, but “ Mosen wasn’t simply stringing t h e
he was somehow not at all surprised when Quakers along for the fees he could get
Goldy suddenly curveted and snorted out of them. He was working under
38 TEXAS RANGERS
orders from somebody—somebody, ap It was late when Hatfield returned
parently, who was afraid he might turn alone to camp, and he was tired, both
informer, so decided to put him out of from the long hours in saddle, and from
the way. It’s my guess that he was on his battle with Monk Mosen. He saw that
his way to tell this person that things had Goldy was taken care of at the company
gone wrong, and unexpectedly found him stable, then walked to the tent office,
waiting here in the trees. They talked— where he had noticed a light burning.
and Mosen got it before he could do any But Steve Bannister was not there;
more than haul out his gun.” only the Easterner, Wade Oliver, who
“But who, Jim ?” Buck demanded. was still working at the desk where Hat
“Who killed him?” field had last seen him, with ledger books
“ The same man,” Hatfield answered, piled about him and scratch paper lit
“ who’s trying to stop the Quakers from tering the floor. He lifted a haggard
finding water, and to keep the railroad glance as the Ranger asked a question,
from opening up this country. I think if shook his head in reply.
we knew his name, the whole mess would “Haven’t seen him, Hatfield. Bannister
be cleared up at one stroke!” does his office work in the saddle, so I’m
“ Maybe we can pick up a trail, Jim!” trying to straighten some of these figures
Buck said eagerly. out for him.” He indicated the spread
The Ranger shook his head. “Little of work on the table in front of him. “I
chance of that, I’m afraid. Monk’s killer know he’s sound, but some of his cred
got a long start. It’s out of the question itors might not like the way these books
for us to catch up with him, or follow his are kept. And at least it’s one way a
tracks long, before the wind covers them.” man like me can help him.”
“ Then what are we going to do?” “ That’s white of you, Oliver,” the Rang
“ Right now,” Hatfield said, “ we’re go er said.
ing back to the Quaker settlement and “ I suppose you’ve heard the latest?”
arrange for someone to come here and the St. Louis man asked.
pick up Mosen’s body. After that, Buck, Hatfield gave him a sharp look. “What
I’m going to teach you how to run a well now ?”
drill!” “ The hands are beginning to quit. An
“M e?” exclaimed Buck, aghast. “Aw, other of those who were hurt last eve
no, Jim! I want to stick with you!” ning died today, and on top of that some
one has started passing the word among
“ Sorry, Buck,” the Ranger said firmly. these ignorant gandy dancers that the
“ We’ve got to find water, or it means pay is running out, that all they can get
ruin for everyone involved. And those by sticking is a bullet in the back. A
farmers already have their hands full of bunch of them threw down their tools
work. So I’m going to have to ask you today and walked off the job!”
to take over that drill—and keep sinking
it until you hit either water, or solid ASTLY troubled by this news, Hat
rock the bit won’t go through!”
Buck still looked disgruntled, but he
V field nodded good night after a word
or two more, and walked out of the office,
submitted without further argument. wondering where would be the best place
After all, he was at the age where, next to look for Bannister.
to adventure, nothing appealed more He noticed the Crown brand on the
than a chance to tinker with an unfa shoulder of a saddle horse racked in front
miliar piece of machinery. of the general mercantile, but thought
“ All right,” he. said, beginning to grin. little of this until he had gone a pace
“ I guess it ought to be sort of fun, at beyond the doorway. It swung open sud
that.” denly, and a voice spoke his name. Paus
“ It will be tough, hard work,” Hatfield ing, Hatfield turned as the foreman, Vern
corrected him. “But I know I can count on Lawtry, came down the two plank steps.
you to do it. . . . Well, let’s be going!” “I’ve been hoping for a chance to talk
They returned to their horses, swung with you, Ranger,” said Lawtry.
up, and headed them again for the Quaker Jim Hatfield looked at him, in the spill
settlement. . . . of light from the store window. The fore
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man’s patient, pale eyes were light stains could expect to run into trouble if he’s
against the darkness of his face. caught. I wouldn’t advise anybody to
“Well, Lawtry?” Hatfield said. “ I’m try that, Hatfield— it wouldn’t matter who
here to talk to.” he was! Or how anxious we are to keep
“ It’s about that run-in you had last peace with him! Do you understand what
night, with the Old Man,” Vern Lawtry I’m saying?”
said. “I’m sorry for the way it happened, For a moment, neither moved. Then
and for some of the things that were Hatfield nodded, his dark face unreadable
said. But you understand there wasn’t in the thin light.
much I could do about it—not right “ Yeah, I think we both understand,
then.” Lawtry.”
Jim Hatfield considered the dimly-seen “ I kind of think we do!” grunted the
face of the man, the mild-mannered Crown foreman.
speech. He turned abruptly and went off with
“You don’t go along with Jubal King’s a solid stride. Watching the heavy shape
attitude toward the railroad, then?” he of him melt into the darkness, Jim Hat
asked slowly. field asked himself:
The Crown foreman lifted solid shoul “Now, just what was behind all that?
ders. “He’s the boss—a pretty good boss, Is he on the level about wanting peace,
too, all things considered. But he’s had or only trying to make an impression?
his own way so long, has got so much in He’s a deep sort. It’s not easy to read
the habit of thinking this Cap Rock coun those pale eyes of his!”
try is his own personal kingdom with The Ranger filed that encounter away,
no room for anyone else, that to cross for further consideration.
his trail is a sure way of starting fire Meanwhile, he still had not located
works. It don’t make much difference how Steve Bannister, but on making further
you try to handle him.” inquiry he learned finally that Bannister,
“He was talking pretty tough,” the with Riley and a couple of his other men,
Ranger agreed, noncommittally. had pulled out of camp earlier on busi
“ But he’s mostly all bark, and not ness. So the Ranger’s talk with the rail
much bite to him. I wanted to be sure road man would have to be postponed.
you understood that, Hatfield, and didn’t
get a false impression. That mouth of his ROWNING over this, he stepped into
has got him in plenty of trouble, and it
will again. But generally what he says
F an alleyway out of the direct flow of
gritty wind that scoured the town while
don’t have anything but wind behind it. he built a smoke and fumbled out a
Like his threats against the railroad. He’s match with which to fight it. His hand
been making loud talk since the day Ban was poised to scrape the sulphur alight
nister first set foot up here, but you can against a siding timber when a sound in
see for yourself he’s never lifted a hand the darkness across the way made him
actually to stop the railroad.” pause, head jerking up as he peered into
“ Hasn’t he?” murmured the Ranger. the blackness.
He added, before the foreman could It was a lonely spot where he stood,
answer, “ Was that just talk, last night, near the edge of the camp, with little
about greeting any railroader who came hereabouts except supply sheds. What
near the ranch with guns?” he had heard— the scrape of a boot on
“Why, of course it— ” hard earth—might mean nothing, but-Hat
Vern Lawtry stopped short in the mid field was in a mood to be suspicious.
dle of a sentence, as something concealed There had been no repetition of the sound,
in Hatfield’s dry voice struck home to however, so whoever was over there
him. Hatfield saw his head jerk back. must be making an effort to muffle his
When he spoke-again his tone was altered, footsteps.
a little hardened. Remembering the attempt on his fife
“But naturally, any man who would the night before, Hatfield lifted a gun
dare to sneak in on the Crown headquar from leather. But there was no fight
ters in the dark, and maybe put a gun- except that of the stars and he doubted
barrel across the skull of a Crown rider, if an enemy could have had him spotted.
40 TEXAS RANGERS
After a moment’s waiting, he tore the un
lighted cigarette from his mouth, tossed
CHAPTER XI
it aside as he dropped the match back into
his pocket, and then started moving for
ward again. Dynamite
He crossed the open street at a sprint,
brought up against the corner of a squat,
low tool shed. And a scramble of run ELAY in starting pursuit had al
ning footsteps told him that his approach D lowed the mysterious riders to get
had been heard and had given alarm. a good head start, and now Hatfield could
There was more than one of them laying hear no sound of hoofbeats against
for him, to judge by the boot-sounds. the wide swell of the dark plain. Still
Hatfield stepped away from the wall, he pushed on, making the best guess he
put his challenge into the clotted shadows could as to the probable direction they
to the rear of the shed. had taken. Soon he dropped into a wagon
“Hold it! Who’s back there?” trail leading southward from the camp,
His answer was a lancing rope of gun- and to his right the twin lines of the rail
flame, a bullet humming along the side road glinted faintly in the starlight. •’
of the shed. He ducked involuntarily, At intervals he pulled in to listen for
then tipped up his own gun for a shot. hoof-sound, then went forward again. He
Firing blind, and at that distance, there "had to let his mount take an easier pace,
was little likelihood of making a hit, so for this wasn’t Goldy he was forking and
after triggering once, he started running he couldn’t ask for the endurance he
in. took for granted from the great sorrel.
The quick beat of hoofs sounded, then, After a spell of riding blind, the wind
going away from a galloping start. The against his face clearly brought him the
Lone W olf hauled up, listening. They reassuring ring of steel on stone. He had
were headed south. In a short time they to hold his commandeered bronc down
had faded out of hearing. still more, not wanting to overtake those
Starting to wheel back toward the riders. Instead, he wanted to find out
street, Hatfield discovered a door stand where they were going and on what mys
ing open in the side of the shed. Moving terious mission.
toward it, his boot touched something and By now he had decided that there must
he leaned down to pick it up. It was a be three of them, at least. And from
padlock that had been twisted open with the easy gait they seemed to be taking
a crowbar, and thrown aside. he gathered that they were entirely un
He got out a match and thumbed it aware of pursuit.
alight. The word “ d a n g e r ” painted in red They rode steadily, an occasional sound
above the jimmied door caught his eye. informing him that they still were ahead
Stepping into the opening, he held the of him. The night grew older;, an hour
match just long enough to see the cases passed. Toward morning there would be
of dynamite and kegs of black powder a moon, but now there was only the
stacked inside, then backed out of the wheeling pattern of the stars overhead.
powderhouse, hastily shaking out the He had passed the gap in the glimmer
flame. ing strands of Jubal King’s south fence,
Perplexity creased his dark brow in a where the rails had pierced it in spite of
scowl as he stood there in the night, con the warning challenge from Crown. The
sidering the meaning of this. Booting the wagon road beneath him was curving
door shut, he turned away and hurried gradually eastward. There was nothing
to the street, to swing along it at a fast ahead, he knew, but the edge of the Cap
stride. He stopped beside the first sad Rock rim and Bronco Canyon, where the
dled horse he found tied to a hitchrack. road and the twin rails on their high
Jerking the reins free, he flung himself trestle snaked a course down to the plains
into the saddle without ceremony. In sec below.
onds he had kicked the bronc into a run Suddenly a thought jarred home, so
and was heading after the vanished horse sharply that inadvertently he hauled his
men. bronc to a stop with a jerk of his fingers
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on the reins. The trestle! holder shout. “The snake dropped him!”
An exclamation broke from him. Think Then the man’s gun started working.
ing then that he suddenly saw the whole “Hold him, can’t you ?” yelled one of
shape of the thing, he forgot caution and the two men on the trestle. “ We’ve got
kicked his horse into a dead run. the job almost finished!” But even as he
The dark ground, blurring past beneath yelled he was starting back to add his
the running hoofs of the mount, began gun against the Ranger.
to take on a steep pitch as he entered Bullets sang close and Hatfield dropped
the head of Bronco Canyon. As he came to one knee between the rails, a gun in
over a ridge the black maw of the can either hand. Desperately he flung an
yon and the intricate skeleton of the swering lead, trying to knock out the
trestle stretched below him. two men who were trying to stop him
He pulled out of the wagon road, riding while their companion finished his work
straight for the structure. A hoof struck on the trestle. But they had sought cov
sparks from a steel rail and then he was er and he couldn’t seem to target the
on the road-bed and racing hard along flashes of their guns.
the ties. Shouts of alarm reached his A slug screamed in ricochet off one of
ears. the rails beside him. He flipped a quick
In the starlight, little was clear, but he return shot and thought he heard a grunt
thought he saw movement that would be of pain through the mingled thunder of
a cavvy of held saddle horses. And out the guns, but he hadn’t tallied seriously
on the trestle, a couple of men seemed to enough to put that man out of the fight.
be working at something. Suddenly, from Then the last man was coming off the
dead ahead, a gun roared at him. trestle at a dead run, shouting:
The Ranger, with his own weapon “ All right! Hit leather and let’s get out
ready, bored straight in, with reckless of here!”
daring. The time for caution was past. At once the firing stopped and the gun
The trestle leaped nearer at every pound men were scrambling for their horses in
ing stride of his horse. The shouts of men, the cavvy, leaving their dead companion
surprised and startled by his unexpected in the road-bed.
appearance, were strident. Again that Hatfield leaped to his feet. He could
gun spoke, this time within bullet range. have dropped at least one of them, but
Jim Hatfield thumbed off an answering there wasn’t time or thought to spare for
shot at random, then almost immediately that. His only thought now was to reach
he saw the dark shape of the gunman, that trestle, and he was hardly conscious
standing on the roadbed. Their guns spoke of the quick burst of hoof-sound as the
together, blending their racket and their trio hit their saddles and spurred away
fire. And the horse between Jim Hat as fast as their horses could get into mo
field’s legs went crazy. tion.
The Ranger fought him, but the gun- Racing for the trestle he had moved
shy bronc was beyond controlling. He out onto the wooden structure before
bucked and pitched, squealing, insane clear reason warned him of the hopeless
with fear. Finally there was nothing to ness and the risk in what he was doing.
do but drop from saddle and let him go. It was plain now that an explosive had
Landing spread-legged between the rails, been planted out there, but there was no
Hatfield caught his balance and swiveled way of knowing just where the charge
to look for the gunslinger. had been placed, and from the outlaws’
The fellow was coming, running and haste to get away he judged the fuse must
shooting. Hatfield aimed at the center be plenty short. He had not a chance in
of the dark shape and dropped the ham a thousand of averting an explosion.
mer. The man screamed as the drive of As, reluctantly, he turned back to seek
the lead spun him about. Then he went his own safety, the whole world seemed
in a rolling spill down the embankment. to let go in a great, roaring blast of
flame and thunder. The trestle lifted con
ATFIELD went sprinting ahead be vulsively under him, the flash of the dyna
H tween the rails.
“Yates is down!” he heard the horse-
mite lighted up the darkness.
Then a wave of concussion struck Hat
42 TEXAS RANGERS
field, took him off his feet, slammed him Briefly, Hatfield related his discov
hard against the broken timbers and the ery of the prowlers at the powder
twisted iron rails. And consciousness left shed and how he had trailed them to the
him. . . . scene of the trestle-blowing. It was tiring
for him to talk, but the first nausea was
LIGHT stabbing his eyes, and a passing, and the brassy taste in his mouth
A throbbing pain that seemed fairly to
split his skull wide open, marked Jim
was not as bad as it had been when he
had regained consciousness.
Hatfield’s awakening. He squinted, twist He was fumbling at his shirt pocket
ing his head to escape the probing rays, for smoking materials when Bannister,
and at the dull pound of agony that this seeing what he was after, quietly took
movement caused a groan broke from the tobacco and papers from him, rolled
him, and he came fully aware of his sur the cigarette, and stuck it between his
roundings. lips.
He was astonished to find himself still “ Thanks,” Hatfield mumbled, dragging
alive, and not caught in the tangle of the against the match flame the railroad man
trestle wreckage. Instead, he lay on a held to the end of the quirly. “A few
comfortable bed with a canvas tent roof puffs of this ought to put me on my feet!”
overhead. He must be in the railroad “You better stay where you are,” the
camp dispensary. doctor warned sharply. “Your system has
A shadow fell across his face and he had a bad shock. You need rest.”
glanced up to see the old medico who “I’ve been resting. And there’s things
was in charge looking down at him. waiting to be done!”
“ Move that lantern,” the doctor ordered “There’s more to be done than you
somebody. “It’s shining right in his eyes.” know about yet, Hatfield!” Steve Ban
And as Hatfield mumbled his thanks, the nister said.
old doctor went on, “ Well, son, how do Something in his tone made Hatfield
you feel?” spear the man with a sharp look. “ What
“Like a mountain fell on me,” the do you mean?” he snapped. “ More bad
Ranger grunted. news?”
“It almost did! When that trestle went “ Waiting for us”—Bannister nodded—
out, you were lucky that the upper end “ when we came back to camp after find
held and didn’t collapse with you com ing you. Look in that next bunk.”
pletely. You conked your noggin on one The Ranger turned his head. A t first
of the rails, bad enough to lay you out, he did not even recognize the figure on
but otherwise you’re not hurt.” the iron bed next to his own, the man’s
“What am I doing here?” Hatfield want face was so hidden by bandages. There
ed to know. was a swath of white cloth wrapped tight
“We brought you in,” the voice of Steve ly about his chest. But the Ranger knew
Bannister answered, as the railroad build the square-cut gray beard, and the one
er moved into his line of vision. His good- blue eye that peered at him from the
looking face showed the weight of wor bandaged face.
ry. “ Riley and I happened to be in the “Adam Hilsing!” he exclaimed.
vicinity and heard the dynamite blast. Ignoring the doctor’s warning, Hatfield
We burned leather getting to the trestle, was pulled to a sitting position by this,
naturally—and we found you.” swinging his legs over the side of the cot.
“Did you find any dead?” the Ranger He had to hold on to the ironwork with
asked. “I was pretty sure that I’d dropped both hands for an instant, until the dizzy
one of them.” aching of his head eased.
“ Yes,” said Bannister. “Lying beside “What in the world happened to him ?”
the embankment. He was one of the he demanded.
rimrock crowd, we judge. There were “ Our red-headed friend and his crew
caps and fuses in his pocket, so it wasn’t paid the Quaker settlement a visit this
hard to figure out what had happened to afternoon,” Bannister told him. “ They
the trestle. We haven’t been able to fig singled Hilsing out for an object lesson
ure, though, how you came to be on to the others.”
hand.” Jim Hatfield had sighted Buck Robert
STEEL RAILS FOR TEXAS 43
son, by now, standing at the head of the “ Hard to tell yet,” Bannister answered.
old man’s cot. He shot the young fellow “ I’ve already sent a couple of my best
a frowning look. mechanics up to look it over and see what
“ And where were you, Buck? Didn’t the chances are of fixing it. But, one
I leave you to look out for things?” way or the other, I’ve got a feeling that
Before the freckled Buck could reply, this time we’re licked!”
Adam Hilsing himself cut in. It was plain that he believed that. For
“Thee mustn’t blame the boy. There once, in a brilliant career of two-fisted
were too many of them.” railroading, the Steve Bannister who had
“ I’m sorry, Jim,” Buck said contritely. battered his way through every kind of
“They came in on us unawares. I wasn’t obstacle was ready to admit that he had
wearing my gun—had it in the wagon be been bested at last. And Jim Hatfield’s
side the drill rig. And when I got it out, jaw muscles bunched hard as he read
Mr. Hilsing wouldn’t let me use it!” defeat in Steve’s dark, clouded features.
“ Not for our sake could we have let “ What do you mean, licked?” he de
him endanger his immortal soul by kill manded.
ings,” Adam Hilsing explained gently. “Even if we fix the drill and Hiking’s
He added, in a practical tone, “ Besides, people manage to go on down to water,”
he had the only gun against a dozen of Bannister said dully, “ the blowing of the
the raiders. It would have been suicide trestle cripples us. Every rail we lay has
to have tried standing up against them.” to come over that trestle, and we can
never get it repaired in time to finish this
section of the road before the deadline!”
Silence lay upon the group, and every
CHAPTER XII glance turned to Jim Hatfield. It was al
most as though- each of them thought that
Council of War if there were any solution to this predica
ment, he would be able to supply it. The
Lone W olf plucked the cigarette from his
OUNG Buck Robertson’s voice trem mouth, thoughtfully stubbed it out against
Y bled with fury as, no longer able to
restrain himself, he burst out with his
the ironwork of the cot.
“You must have some supply of steel
version of the raid on the Quaker settle on hand, though,” he said s l o w l y .
ment. “ Enough, maybe, to keep a track crew
“They held guns on us so we couldn’t busy, while the trestle is being repaired?”
do anything!” he said angrily. “ And the “ Yes, I suppose so,” Bannister admit
redhead used his fists on Mr. Hilsing. His ted. “But what of that? Part of the men
boots, too! Doc says there’s a couple of have already walked out on me. And
busted ribs, but maybe no worse than those who are left aren’t enough to do
that.” both jobs at once.”
“ The skunk!” Jim " Hatfield gritted. “Promise them double pay—anything
“ The score I’ve got to settle with Red —to hold them. And we’ll have to find
Ruffin is mounting fast. And I’ll do it more.”
before this fight is over!” “ Where— in this empty Cap Rock coun
“ I don’t know, Hatfield,” said Bannis try?” Bannister demanded shortly. “ And
ter. “ The fight may already be over, as in the time we have? Maybe Jubal King’s
far as any of us are concerned. You cowpunchers will turn gandy dancers and
haven’t heard all of it. Tell him, Buck!” help build the road!” His voice was bit
The Ranger’s head swiveled, his glance ter with sarcasm.
stabbing at Buck. Jim Hatfield shook his head. “ Hardly
“ What?” that! Y ou’re missing the most obvious
“They smashed the drill!” Buck said bet!” He swung his glance toward the
heavily. Quaker leader. “ How about it, Hilsing?
The shock of this news was like a physi This railroad means a lot to your people.
cal blow. When the Ranger recovered his It’s more important at the moment, I
breath, he demanded: figure, than anything you’re doing on
“How badly?” your land. Would they pitch in and do
44 TEXAS RANGERS
what they can to help push it through an order for, make up a list of them,”
under the deadline?” “ Sure thing, Jim.”
The challenge brought the old man up Buck hurried away. Presently old Hil
off his cot. “ Why—why, I don’t see why sing, despite the doctor’s protests, was
not!” he exclaimed, as the suddenness dressed and ready to leave.
of the suggestion wore off. “ We know “Y ou’ll take care of yourself, won’t
nothing of railroad work but under su you ?” Steve Bannister said anxiously.
pervision there’s no reason we couldn’t “ I can’t help thinking it’s on account of
lay a few miles of track.” me that you took that beating from Ruf
“ Good!” Hatfield turned back to Ban fin. I don’t want to be the cause of any
nister. “ There’s the answer, Steve. Split further suffering to you or your people.”
your crews, put the Quakers in with reg The Quaker leader gave him a warm
ular hands who can help teach them how smile, that must have stretched the plas
the work is done. Take every possible ters on his bruised face painfully.
short-cut in order to get a line laid in to “Thee has no call to speak so. It is as
the settlement within your time limit— the Ranger said—we’re all in this to
and don’t worry too much, for the pres gether. If one loses, we all lose!”
ent, about leveling the road-bed, or sink When he was gone, Steve Bannister
ing the ties and getting them spaced prop looked after him, still with a troubled
erly. All that can be redone later, after scowl.
you’ve reached your destination and sat “ One thing about this bothers me, Hat
isfied the needs of your grant-in-aid from field!” he said glumly. “ Our enemies are
the state government. Right now, what n’t going to quit, just because the double
matters is laying down rails in some form load they threw at us tonight didn’t man
that a locomotive with a couple of cars age to stop us. They’ll send Red Ruffin
attached can negotiate!” and his crew to hit where it will do the
greatest damage, and you know we can’t
TEVE BANNISTER was beginning to expect Adam Hiking’s people to fight.”
S
asm.
catch fire from the Ranger’s enthusi “That’s all right,” said Jim Hatfield.
“It’s enough that they agree to work for
“ We’ll do it!” he cried. “W e’ll fight as us. When the time arrives, we can do
long as there’s anything left to fight for. the fighting!”
That is, Mr. Hilsing, if you can guarantee And so the A & C pushed ahead,
that your men will throw in with us?” sparked by the fire of Jim Hatfield’s lead
The Quaker was already on his feet. ership.
“I’m going after them now,” he said. “ I’ll The Quakers responded, to a man, and
have them here tomorrow morning sure, came pouring into the railroad camp to
ready for work.” offer their services and be put to work.
“Wait!” the doctor exclaimed. “ Y ou’re Steve Bannister quickly had them as
in no shape to sit a saddle! Y ou’ve got a signed to work crews and ksued tools
couple of cracked ribs, man!” and, side by side with the cursihg, boister
“ I’ll go the same way I was brought ous Irish gandy dancers the sober, quiet
here,” declared Hilsing. “ In a buckboard. Quakers instantly fell into the rhythm
And I’ll be starting now because it will of this unfamiliar labor.
likely be an all-night trip and if we’re The best construction workers had been
going to do this job there’s no time to be pooled for the important emergency job of
lost getting at it!” repairing the blasted trestle, and Jim Hat
“ I’ll handle the horses, Mr. Hilsing,” field asked for and received Bannister’s
Buck Robertson broke in quickly, “ and permission to take this over. His knowl
we’ll take it real easy. Get ready, while edge of engineering was sufficient for him
I see about hitching up.” to oversee the restoring of the ruined
“ And, Buck!” Jim Hatfield called as his structure, and in this way he could free
aide started to hurry out of the tent. Bannister’s attention to the overall su
“ When you get there, check with those pervision of the whole job.
mechanics who are working on the drill. The Ranger set up camp at the head of
Find out if they see any hope of fixing it. Bronco Canyon with his crew, and Buck
If there are broken parts we can put in Robertson joined him there. A lot needed
STEEL KAILS FOE TEXAS 45
to be done, and quickly, if the broken warning of trouble before trouble has
trestle was not to be a bottleneck in the time to hit, and maybe that rimrock
flow of supplies to the rail crews. crowd figures it’s too dangerous. Or may
Much of the timber work had been re be they figure that, left alone, we’ll lick
duced to blackened splinters, and the rails ourselves!”
across the structure were twisted gro “ That’s no way to think, Steve,” Hat
tesquely. These had first to be ripped out field said sharply.
and replaced from the spare materials Bannister shook his head. “ There’s no
that had been left stacked nearby in case use fooling ourselves about it. W e’re
repairs were needed. It was sweaty, short-handed. The Quakers aren’t enough
dangerous work, with Hatfield and his to make the difference. They work their
men crawling like beetles over the high hearts out on the job, but it’s work they
structure. Moreover, it had to be done don’t understand. And splitting what ex
fast and well. perienced crews I had left, in order to re
pair the trestle, has thrown us just far
HEY got it done by sticking to the enough behind schedule that the four
T job day and night, by shifts, and
working partly in the eerie flicker of kero
days left simply won’t be enough to give
us a chance to finish!”
sene flares. Fnally the first load of rails “ It’s as bad as that?”
came up across the repaired trestle. Leav Bannister got to his feet, took his hat
ing an adequate guard this time to fore and dragged it on.
stall any second attempt to destroy it, “ But w e’ll keep fighting until the last
Hatfield and Buck and the crew pulled chip is in the pot!” he said grimly.
out and headed back to the camp at He was stooping to clear the tent-flap
Cap Rock. when Jim Hatfield stopped him with a
Here Hatfield found Steve Bannister sudden question.
slumped for a moment of rest behind the “ Where’s the closest telegraph key?”
desk in the tent office, his eyes red- Bannister turned. “There’s none close,”
rimmed, his face drawn and stubble- he told the Ranger, with a curious look.
bearded, a dust-coated hat on his knees. “ Rimrock Station, down below, is a two-
He listened to Hatfield’s report of the day ride—might be done in less, if a rider
completion of the trestle job with satis made a short-cut down over the wall.
faction, but he couldn’t keep a beaten Why do you ask?”
tone out of his voice. “ I don’t know yet for sure,” Hatfield
. “ That’s fine, Jim—fine! I don’t know told him. “I was just thinking of some
how I’d have gotten the job done without thing.”
you. But”—his shoulders lifted tiredly— But the railroad man had hardly left
“it doesn’t look like there’s much hope the tent when Hatfield was seated at
of meeting the deadline Friday.” the desk, at work with pencil and paper.
Hatfield frowned. “ More raids?” Finished, he handed what he had written
“No, it’s been quiet enough—too quiet! to Buck.
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hitching rack. He said, “ That was a pretty Old Mac smiled at his Chinese cook.
slick trick- you pulled, lad—baitin’ Badger “I told you how it’d be, Charley,” he said.
Layne into trouble. Givin’ him your check “ I told you Wedge Wilson wouldn’t make
on the Stockgrower’s National Bank, a grab for what he thought he didn’t have
when you’ve got your account in the cornin’. But I didn’t have to argue with
Stockman’s State Bank.” you, Charley. You thought the same as
Wedge blinked. I did, and he’d tell the truth at the show
“ You’re smarter than I thought you down.”
was, Wedge,” Mac resumed. “ Of course, “ What do you mean?” Wedge wanted
you know I’ve got a standin’ offer for the to know.
man that turned up my son’s murderer. “ I mean you’re not only work brittle,
But it’s worth a thousand to me. Now I lad,” said old Mac huskily, “ but you’ve
can quit layin’ in bed, wonderin’, wonder got a heart as clean as the hills after a
in’. Larry’d appreciate what you done to rainstorm. And you’re goin’ to run the
day. So do I. And when I leave the K5 K5. Yeah, and because you did show up
and move to town, where the doc can tend the skunk that killed Larry—whether you
to me, you’re goin’ to ramrod the K5. did it accidentally or not— you’re goin’ to
Maybe you’re goin’ to be a pard in it pret have a thousand cash, a gift from me. I
ty soon. Why not? I’ve got no relatives.” don’t care about havin’ an undeservin’
The town of Arrow City was swirling hero for a pard, Wedge Wilson. I’ll be
around Wedge. And there seemed to be satisfied with one like you.”
three or four Charley Ling’s standing “ Good. Plenty good!” said old Charley
there grinning at him. But Wedge finally Ling, beaming and clutching tightly in his
found his tongue. He swallowed hard. hand a small arrowhead made of the semi
“Hold on, Mac,” he said. “I’d like to be precious stone which the Indian- had dis
deservin’ of all the praise you’re heapin’ covered, long before the white men, in
on my dumb head, but I ain’t. I can just the sage-covered hills of Wyoming. Jade
barely read and write, you know. And, as green as that which, more than likely,
when I borrowed one of your check some of Charley Ling’s venerable ances
blanks, I didn’t notice it was for the Stock- tors had carved in a land far across the
grower’s National Bank. I was just a Pacific, and in years long buried beneath
dumb ox, bein’ rooked by Badger Layne the dust of Time.
and his two old pals, Garmanch and Wedge smiled as he gripped Mac Mc
Smith. And if you hadn’t been so sick Neil’s proffered hand. He said sheepish
we had to fetch you to town, Charley and ly, “I’d better watch out, after this, what
me— well, maybe Layne would’ve cashed bank I’m writin’ checks on. I didn’t cotton
my check. And I’d been broke, but wiser!” to the looks of that jail house!”
J core W est
ESTERN animals are tough! At a dude ranch near Cody, Wyoming, there is a "tame" deer which
W smokes cigars. He prefers thot someone light the cigar for him first, then he'll puff happily on it
for minutes at a time. Some city dude taught him the trick one summer.
E VER wonder why most cowmen, even today, Wear loud checkered shirts? It's because generally the
colors and designs actually camouflage the dust which a rider can't help picking up on the trail.
S EEMINGLY useless, barrel cactus which grows in our Western deserts is good for at least two
things. It makes a fairly reliable compass. Better than eighty per cent of the time this peculiar
plant inclines toward the south. Also, adequate moisture for quenching thirst can be squeezed out of
the pulp.
HERE was once a tavern keeper out West whose name was Burrell. Neighboring stockmen knew his
TInnplace as Burrell's Inn and in time as the vicinity prospered, the settlement took on the name of Burl
because of the speech habits of the inhabitants. A few generations and the name was further
distorted. Today there is a Berlin, Oregon!
—Simpson Ritter
No wonder the town of
Centerville named
a saloon after cattle
queen Bonniel
Bonnie w ai gaining
on Jobe Majors
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SCOURGE
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APACHES
By H A R O LD PREECE
W
HEN he heard the owls hooting tures, neither seen nor heard during the
—strangely, by day—the lone waking hours of men.
rider quickly reined up his Charley McGehee, the runaway range
mount. He listened intently, sniffing the kid, realized that he was hearing some-
air as the eerie cries grew louder across thing else besides the big birds calling to
the canyon. Owls were nocturnal crea- each other. Swiftly, he pulled his horse
yBM^HE gunshots were so surprising, was somewhere about the front o f his
1|| Pete Harrison leaped out o f bed ranch house, still hammering out swift
and fell over a chair before he got shots.
his eyes open. Not that opening his eyes “ Stop that shootin’ !” Pete yelled an-
helped Pete much. His bedroom was so grily.
pitch-black he could barely see the He found his six-shooter and belt
lighter squares that marked the win among the clothing he had spilled when
dows. The gun that had awakened Pete he upset the chair. Pete cinched the belt
94
96 TEXAS RANGERS
about his underwear-clad middle and m ints!” he growled, suddenly angry.
rushed from the bedroom. The shooting “ So they want a gun-ruckus, do they?”
stopped as he got into the living room, Pete was easing along the inside wall
yet Pete was aware of a scuffling sound towards the door as he muttered. B u t he
out near his front porch. did not show him self in the portal. He
“ You, out th ere!” Pete called. “ W hat’s reached up, feeling for the .44-40 W in
goin’ o n ?” chester repeater he kept on deer antlers
He heard the tinkle of a spur and the above the door. Only the rifle was not
thud of a boot heel, only the sound came there. Pete blinked into the darkness.
from the west side of the house now. He had gone, that day, far to the rim-
Pete drew his six-gun, moving more rock country at the head of his Aliso
sw iftly towards the front door. Ju st as Canyon range. He had stood there in
he stepped to the porch, he heard a sound this room, looking up at the rifle, won
out towards his corral that told him the dering whether or not to pack it along
tall gate was being opened. Pete ran to on his saddle. He had finally decided
the end of the porch and started to yell against taking the gun, and had walked
at the intruder, but changed his mind out of the ranchhouse without touching
when he heard his horses being chased it.
out of the corral. “ Fine picklement I ’m in !” he griped.
“ E d Coe and some more of K irk Jar- “ When that bushwhack bullet skittered
boe’s Rail R iders tryin’ to throw a scare across my leg, I up and throwed my
into me, I ’ll b e t!” Pete growled. “ But forty-four six-pistol plumb away. Now
if they think they’ll turn my saddle stock my rifle turns up m issin’, and me with
out and scatter it— ” a pack of killers on my neck.”
Pete did not get to finish. A gun Pete went to his bedroom, located the
winked out in the night like an over tangle of clothing beside the overturned
grown firefly. The gun that roared was chair, and dressed. He had a 12-gauge
south, down along the lane, not out to breech loader around the house some
wards the corrals. And the bullet that place that he used occasionally to kill
gun threw came across Pete’s right thigh himsef a mess of quail or white-winged
like the quick swipe of a red-hot run doves. It had been some time since he
ning iron. He yowled, threw his six- had used the gun, however, and he could
shooter no telling where into the yard, not remember, offhand, ju st where he
and jumped backwards so violently he had last seen it.
fell sprawling. “ The way a bachelor scatters his stuff
“ Hey, cut it o u t!” he bawled. around, it’s a wonder he can even find
The answer .was what Pete thought to his hat when he wants to go out doors,”
be about a washtub full of bullets that Pete grumbled. “ Maybe the blamed scat
came squalling up from the lane to ham ter-gun is in the pantry, back of the
mer the adobe wall of his ranchhouse. kitchen stove.”
Pete rolled over on his face and went
Pete hurried to the kitchen, tip-toeing
towards the front door like a gaunt
uneasily. Even the occasional shots had
lizard.
stopped now, and he had a feeling that
“ Gosh sa k e s'” he gulped as he tum his attackers were in close. He glanced
bled inside the house.. warily at the kitchen’s open back door,
then started on past to the pantry behind
PEfrom
T E got up when he was off-side
the open door.
the stove. Pete thought his wiry red hair
stuck straight up when a huge, black
He shivs: ed a little when bullets came shape sprang up and forward at him
in through window’s and the door, to pop through that open back door. He felt a
and rattle around the room. startled yell vibrate his own throat, and
“ Dad-blamed pick of two-legged var believed he heard the hurtling man warn
HANG ONE, BURY TWO 87
him to get his hands up. Then it seemed Nora, I see, H arrison!” Kirk Jarboe
to Pete that some kind of explosives laughed thinly. “ W ell, if the law doesn’t
went off inside his skull, and he felt his rush its work too much, Nora and I will
shoulders slap the kitchen floor. fetch you a piece o f our wedding cake
“ A ll right, m en!” a deep voice boomed. to eat before you’re hanged.”
“ I nabbed the peckerwood.” “ You’re Nora Jarboe’s own blood-kin
Pete guessed hazily that whatever had second cousin, K irk !” Pete snorted.
hit him on the noggin must have scram “ Y ou’d marry her to get your fingers on
bled his brains. That voice sure sounded the ranch and livestock and money her
like the voice of big Joe Streeter. Only daddy, old Avery Jarboe, left her at his
Pete told himself that he was mistaken death, two years ago. But even if your
about that. Joe Streeter was the sher cheap lady-killer mewin’ around Nora
iff, and sure would not be out helping a didn’t keep the girl sick of the sight o f
pack o f bushwhackers do their dirty-best you, she’s still too intelligent to marry
to kill an honest man. Yet when Pete any o f her own kinfolks.”
finally regained his wits to blink up into Kirk Jarboe stepped away from the
bright lamplight, the first person he saw wall, handsome face beet-red. His dark
was Sheriff Joe Streeter. eyes were narrow and hot looking as he
“ My gosh, J o e !” Pete gulped, and sat suddenly gripped and raised the fancy
up. six-shooter.
“ All right, n ow !” Sheriff Joe Streeter
He discovered that he was in the mid
dle o f his own living room, ringed in by said hastily. “ Kirk, you leave me han
grim eyed, tight-lipped men. They were dle this peckerwood.”
Agua Mala merchants, cowhands from “ Joe, was it you who crept in the back
door and warped somethin’— your gun
the surrounding ranges, and miners from
likely—over my head?” Pete droned.
the diggings back in the Yellow Horse
“ You can thank your stars that I didn’t
Hills. Pete had become acquainted with
most o f them in the three years since he blow you in tw o !” the sheriff retorted.
had come here, bought this old, long “ I’ve been wonderin' about that,” Pete
abandoned ranch, and started building it declared. “ You and these other galoots
up. tried hard enough to murder me. How
“ Since when did the sheriff o f this come you got soft-hearted when you
county and a bunch o f decent citizens caught me flat-footed, with no weapon in
turn their hands to bushwhackin’ ?” Pete hand?”
asked slowly. “ W hat did you think me and my posse
"L o o k who’s talkin’ about bushwhack would do when you started shootin’ at
in’ !” a brittle voice ripped out. us as we come up the lane?” the sheriff
gritted.
T T H E sound o f the voice, Pete “ Stop talkin’ through your hat!” Pete
A swung his head sharply, eyes nar
rowing as he looked at slim, handsome
said. “ I never fired a shot at you and
these men. One of you blistered my hip
young Kirk Jarboe o f the vast Rail J. with a bullet, and I just up and throwed
Jarboe was over against the front wall, my six-shooter away, I was so surprised.
white teeth flashing as he grinned. He Find that forty-four Colt o f mine, and
jiggled an ornate six-shooter in one you’ll see it ain’t been fired for a month
hand, dark eyes m ocking as he met Pete’s o f Sundays.”
wintry stare. Pete started to get up, but “ W e found your six-shooter, and I no
the big sheriff reached down, shoved his ticed that it ain’t been shot recent.” The
shoulder hard. sheriff shrugged. “ But that forty-four-
“ Still sore under the collar because I forty rifle which we found out on your
kicked you off the Rail J, almost a year front steps tells a different story.”
ago, for annoyin’ my charmin’ cousin, “ W ait a m inute!” Pete yelped.
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Speaking rapidly because of an in “ One of the boys came out to the
creasing uneasiness, Pete explained how ranch from town and told me what had
the sound of a gun firing at the front of happened, and that Jo e was cornin’ here
his house had awakened him. He told of with a posse to pick you up,” Jarboe
hearing someone pass the west wall of said harshly. “ I saddled a horse and
the livir-<r room, and of having gone to rode over, not aimin’ to butt in at all.
the porch and hearing his corral gate B u t if you had a gun on you, I ’d make
being opened. you eat the lies you’ve ju st told about
“ About that time one of you galoots me, H arriso n !”
grazed me with a bullet,” Pete finished. “ A ll anybody present has to do to find
rtI crawled inside, and don’t mind ad- out whether or not I ’ve lied about you
m ittin’ that I was plenty sore when I bein’ a crook, with many arrests booked
reached up to them deer horns, yonder against you, is write to the New Orleans
over the door, for the rifle I know was police,” Pete retorted.
there when I left, early this mornin’. “ I t’s routine, Pete, but I ’ll have to tell
Only the W inchester wasn’t up there.” you that you’re under arrest, and that
“ W illard F oster won’t have any trou anything you say from now on w ill be
ble gettin’ a noose around your freckled used against you,” the sheriff grunted.
neck if you stick to lies like that, H arri “ A rre st?” Pete gaped. “ W hat for am
so n !” K irk Jarb oe said loudly. I under arre st?”
“ Better keep your nose out of this, “ M urder!” the sheriff said coldly.
w harf r a t !” Pete said sharply. Pete leaped to his feet, eyes bulging
K irk Jarb oe made a sound that jerked out. H is bony, long-nosed face turned so
all eyes to him. H is handsome, thin face white the big freckles looked almost
turned bone-white, and there was a wild black in contrast.
look in his widening dark eyes as he “ M urder?” he croaked finally.
stared at Pete Harrison. “ L ate this afternoon, E d Coe was
“ W harf r a t? ” he echoed. “ T h at’s an found down by that cussed bob-wire
odd name to be used out here in the fence you strung across this A liso Can
A rizona badlands, H arrison.” yon range,” the burly sheriff said grim
“ Ten years ago, Kirk, you were noth ly. “ E d had been shot in the back of
in’ but a third-rate yegg, pick-pocket the head. Twenty-two steps from where
and footpad, skulkin’ around the New he lay, I found a forty-four-forty car
Orleans w aterfront,” Pete said bluntly. tridge and a smudge of boot prints in a
“ You had a police record a mile long, thicket. Your rifle and six-shooter both
even if you were only nineteen or twenty shoot them forty-four-forty shells. Add
years old. Avery- Jarboe heard about to that the fact that you threatened, be
you, and went south and got you. The fore winesses, to kill E d Coe if he cut
old fellow saw to it that you had every your fence, and I reckon you can see
chance to mend your ways and amount why you’re under arrest.”
to somethin’. B u t you haven’t changed Pete pulled in a slow breath, feeling
any, Kirk. You ran through with the cold chills play along his spine. He knew
fortune old A very Jarboe left you pri what the sheriff meant about threats
vately. Now you think you’ll marry Nora made in public, and fought desperately
and squander what her daddy left her.” to m arshal his wits.
“ I know what you’re drivin’ at, all
K IR K JA R B O E ’S face got even righ t,” Pete tried to sound unconcerned.
whiter, and there was something “ I was in Stub Pinkler’s E ag le B ar at
more deadly than ju st anger in his burn A gua M ala one day last week, havin’ a
ing eyes. He started forward, but beer with three or four fellers. E d Coe
stopped when a couple of grizzled posse- walked in, put them gim let eyes o f his
men blocked his way. on me, and started snickerin’ and makin’
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loud remarks about that fence I put sent T u ll E ld rid ge and Sam Garland to
across the canyon up here, six months saddle a horse for you.”
ago, sure needin’ a lot of mendin’. K irk
Jarboe has gradually replaced the old P E T E ’S lips suddenly thin ned.
R ail J hands with Coe and other toughs Lanky, pale-eyed T ull E ld rid ge and
who have cut my fence a number of squatty, bull-necked Sam Garland were
times. I knew Coe was braggin’ about two of the toughest men K irk Jarboe
that when he started poppin’ off. I got had working on the R ail J . Pete won
sore and told him I ’d bullet-blister him dered why the sheriff had allowed those
or any other R ail J man I caught usin’ two to come along as possemen and was
nippers on that w ire.” about to ask the sheriff when another
“ It’ll be up to a ju ry to decide wheth thought popped into his mind.
er your remarks amounted to a threat to Jo e Streeter had a pair, of wickedly
kill or not,” the sheriff said. strong looking handcuffs out and was
“ Jo e. for gosh sa k e s!” Pete groaned. working at them now with a small key.
“ I was up on the rimrocks, clean at the Pete's heart came up and kicked at the
north end of A liso Canyon, all day. I roof of his mouth a time or two, then
got in an hour after dark, ate a cold dropped back down to slam at his ribs.
snack, and went to bed.” The thoughts of being cooped in a
“ Pull in your horns, H arriso n !” K irk cramped little cell put a fear into Pete
Jarboe put in sharply. “ About thirty that made him start considering reck
minutes before sunset this afternoon, I less things.
was over on the east side of Aliso Can “ I hear T ull and Sam cornin’ with the
yon, drivin’ a bunch of young horses horse, Jo e ,” K irk Jarboe called out.
down from the roughs. I saw you ride off “ W hat’s the matter with them brace
the ridge, strike your fence, and come le ts? ”
west along it.” “ Blamed things are stuck,” the sher
“ Say, what’s the idea in a lie like iff grunted.
th at?” Pete yelped, staring at the dandi “ Not that I’m in any rush to get them
fied Jarboe. on, but let’s see the handcuffs, Jo e ,”
“ The Luther brothers, Lon and Roy, Pete said, and stepped towards the sher
were cornin’ down A liso from their iff.
greasy-sack outfit back in the rough s,” Pete knew Jo e Streeter would never
K irk Jarboe grinned wickedly at Pete. allow him to handle those handcuffs. A s
“ They hit that gate in your drift fence he stepped towards the officer, Pete cir
ju st at sundown, and were lettin’ them cled a little, putting him self almost
selves through, aimin’ to ride on to town, within arm’s reach of the lamp. -When
when they heard a shot. They followed he reached out and tried to get hold of
the fence for several hundred yards, and the steel handcuffs, Streeter swore, bunt
found my foreman, E d Coe, lyin’ on the ed him with one big shoulder.
ground, his brains shot out. Your fence “ Hey, what’s the m atter?” Pete yelled.
had been cut, and there was a pair of About everyone else in the room start
wire cutters on the ground beside E d ed yelling then. Pete seemed to have
Coe’s hand.” been thrown into a tumbling fall by the
“ Is this ju st some of K irk ’s palaver, sheriff’s thrusting shoulder. He half
Joe, or is he tellin’ the truth about the whirled, toppling over sidewise, long
Luther boys findin’ Coe’s b od y?” Pete arms clawing at the small table that held
asked the sheriff. the lamp. He got hold of the table and
“ W hat K irk has said is true.” Streeter took it on down with him, grinning into
nodded. “ B u t this ain’t no time to go the blackness that engulfed the room
discussin’ the case. Poke them hands out with the lamp’s crashing.
so’s I can get these bracelets on you. I “ W atch out, m en !” the sheriff bel-
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lowed above the confusion, Sam Garland declared. “ T u ll and me
Pete leaped to his feet, seized the spin hiked down to his hoss pasture and
dle-legged, light weight table he had ju st caught a mount for him.”
upset, and sent it whirling into the dark “ L isten to that brawl in th ere!” Tull
room. He heard a sodden thump, then E ld rid ge laughed.
a m an’s voice lifted in a wild bleat.
There was a rush of feet towards the U IE T L Y Pete H arrison eased back
shouting man, then a splintering sound from the corner, then turned and
as someone fell over the table. T h at was walked out to the lane. He moved south
follow ed by a batch of snarling and cuss down that, beginning to trot when he
ing and thrashing around that made Pete heard horses stam ping. He was among
think of a dog fight. the horses the possemen had ridden out
“ Quiet, you clabber-heads!” the sher from town within a few moments, test
iff was roaring. ing until he found a saddle with stirrups
Pete slid on along the wall to the door long enough to accommodate his lanky
that led into the kitchen. He headed for legs.
the wood box, over beside the big stove. “ A little thing like horse stealin’ don’t
Gathering up an armload of stove wood, matter to a man already charged with
he stepped back to the doorway that led m u rd er!” he ruminated gloomily.
into the living room. A wicked grin Pete stripped the gear from all except
spreading his wide lips, he began hurl the horse he meant to borrow. He
ing the stout sticks of wood into the mounted, rounded up the horses he had
roaring room. Pete guessed his aim was freed of gear, and started them south
m iddlin’ good, fo r the faster the stove- along the road at a lope.
wood flew the louder and wilder the “ I t’s gosh-awful late to go callin’, but
sounds in the room became. I want to find out what Nora thinks
Pete flung the last stick of wood, then about this before I settle down to wor-
heeled around and streaked for the back ryin’ about my own hide.” Pete opined
door. He went out and along the east aloud.
side of his house, halting to peer guard Pete swung east, across the range,
edly around the front corner. He saw a making a bee-line fo r the huge R ail J
saddled horse standing tem ptingly near, ranchhouse. It was an hour past mid
but made no move towards the mount. night when he sighted the place. He was
On the porch were two dark figures, more than a little surprised, therefore,
standing before the front door. to see that the big house was showing
“ K ir k !” one of the men Pete was light at every window. He frowned over
watching yelled. that, left his horse in a copse of timber
That voice belonged to lanky, mean well away from the beautifully kept
eyed T u ll E dridge. Pete knew before he grounds, and moved in on foot, glad that
heard the other speak that he would be it was a moonless night. He was sk irt
stocky, bull-necked Sam Garland. ing the main corral when he saw the
“ Kirk, what’s goin’ on in th ere?” Sam figure moving there at the tall gate.
Garland’s gruff voice asked now. Pete folded at the knees and hit the
“ H arrison knocked the lamp over, and ground on his stomach, eyes straining.
is tryin’ to get aw ay !” K irk Jarb o e’s The figure at the gate had hold of a sad
voice came. dled horse’s reins, and seemed to be hav
“ Sounds to me like you’re beatin’ each ing trouble with the sliding bar.
other’s brains o u t!” T u ll E ld ridge “ Stick, darn y o u !” a voice said.
grunted. “ Sam and me got H arrison’s Pete let a pent-up breath gu st out of
mount.” him. T hat made the horse snort, and
“ H arrison’s gate was open, and there brought the person who had fussed at
wasn’t a horse in the corral or barn,” the sticky gate bar around m ighty fast.
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Pete got up, grinning all over his freck “ Jo e is only doing his duty.” Nora
led face. T hat voice he had heard, sweet said uneasily. “ Breaking away from him
as an angel’s harp to his ears, was Nora as you’ve done won’t help your case one
Jarb o e’s voice. bit, either. L et’s go to the house and
“ Who are you, and why were you have coffee and sandwiches while we try
skulking around h ere?” N ora’s voice to think of som ething.”
rang out, sharp with uneasiness.
“ A gent two jum ps ahead of a noose P E T E shrugged. “ I hadn’t better stay
generally sort of skulks around, N ora,” around here,” he said gloomily.
Pete said drily. “ W onder if it’d help if I went to town
“ P ete!” she cried. “ Oh, darling, I was and had a talk with W illard F o ste r?”
ju st starting— ” “ But can you offer W illard Foster any
Nora did not finish saying where she proof of your innocence, P e te ?” Nora
had been ju st starting. She was racing asked worriedly.
to Pete even as she talked, however, and “ I guess not,” he admitted. “ L ike I ’ve
that was enough to satisfy him. He already said, I worked the rimrocks
caught her and held her close, and felt plumb on the north of my range for
her hands trembling as she clung to his strays today. I didn’t meet or even see
shoulders. anybody, all day long.”
"O ld Soapy Deal came in from town, “ And K irk swears he saw you down
Pete, and tol-d me something terrible at your fence, late this aftern oo n !” Nora
about E d Coe,” she said tensely. “ Soapy said angrily.
is so plastered, darn him, that I ’ve been “ T h at’s his story,” Pete -declared. •
all of an hour getting the full story. “ K irk figgers I ’m the reason you don’t
D id—did you know that Jo e Streeter jump at the chance to marry him. H e’ll
and a posse are out searching for y o u ?” sure keep spoutin’ his lies, hopin’ to get
“ I don’t run around without my hat, this long neck of mine made a little
no six-shooter, and straddlin’ a stolen longer by a hang-rope. K irk didn’t hap
horse, usually,” Pete said gloomily. pen to be around the ranch about the
And because he knew that there would time he claims he was up at the fence,
be no keeping the details back, he told and saw me, did h e ?”
Nora everything, starting with the gun “ No such lu c k !” Nora said gravely.
at his front porch awakening him and “ And he wasn’t in A gua M ala this after
ending with an account of having chased noon, for a wonder. I went in with M il
the posse’s mounts back towards town, dred, and we shopped until late after
minus their saddles. noon, then drove home. K irk wasn’t
"S o I poked on over here, Nora, want around town or I ’d have seen him.” -
in’ to see you before I tried to figger out The “ M ildred” Nora had mentioned
anything,” he finished gloomily. “ A fter was M ildred Avery, a middle-aged w id
all, I did make some fool talk about blis ow who had been the Jarboe house
terin’ Ed Coe, or anybody else I caught keeper since the death of N ora’s mother,
cuttin’ my fence, with gun lead. You a dozen years before. Pete thought of
don’t think I ’d up and pop E d Coe in the pleasant, motherly houskeeper, and
the back of the head with a bullet, do wondered if she had any idea where
y o u ?” K irk Jarboe had been that afternoon.
“ Pete H arrison !” Nora shook his lank “ How did K irk act when one of the
shoulders. riders came out from town tonight and
“ W ell, that’s a load off my m ind,” told him about Ed C oe?” Pete broke the
Pete said. “ Now maybe I can start tryin’ silence.
to figger out some way to scotch Jo e “ I don’t know how K irk found out
Streeter’s little scheme for puttin’ a about E d ’s murder, P ete,” Nora sighed.
hang-noose around my blamed neck.” “ He and E d Coe were both here at the
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ranch when M ildred and I le ft for town. horses out of the corral so you could not
I haven’t seen K irk since.” escape. He wanted Jo e Streeter and the
“ Jum pin ’ Ju p ite r !” Pete cried. “ You posse to shoot you down, thinking they
mean K irk wasn’t around at supper time, were defending their own liv e s!”
or any time after th a t?” “ K irk blamed near got that very thing
“ He wasn’t,” N ora answered. “ But to h appen !” Pete declared.
why are you excited about that, P e te ?”
“ When I woke up from havin’ Jo e O RA suddenly grasped him by the
Streeter’s pistol bent over my head, K irk arm, her fingers digging in with
was at my place,” Pete said tensely. “ He excitement.
mentioned that one of the riders had “ L e t’s get to the house and find one
come out from town, told him about Ed of D ad’s hats and one of his guns for
Coe and the posse startin ’ after me, and you,” the girl said eagerly. “ I f we beat
claimed he had saddled a horse and that posse to town and have a talk with
headed straight for my place.” W illard Foster, I believe we can turn
“ That’s another of his sneaky lie s !” the tables on K irk .”
Nora cried. “ W ell, I can’t go gaily-hootin’ around
“ And maybe the one that’ll dig me out the country with a posse doggin’ my
of the mess I ’m in !” Pete said excitedly. steps, that’s for sure,” Pete said uneas
“ My gosh, Nora, K irk hated E d Coe like ily. “ Maybe— ”
poison. Coe was always rubbir^his fea Pete did not finish. He whirled sud
thers the wrong way, insultin’ him about denly, putting his back to a whitish
his fancy, clothes, throwin’ digs at him object that had moved there at the shad
about not bein’ a fast enough talker to owy corral. Even as he whirled, Pete
marry you. W hat if— ” shoved Nora away from him. Then a gun
Pete gulped, broke off. He felt Nora was blasting thunder into Pete’s ears,
tense against his arms, and stared down and he felt as if a horse had kicked him
at the pale oval of her up-turned face. in the ribs. He smashed down against
They were silent for a long moment, the earth, his senses reeling.
their quick minds adjustin g to the vista “ Run to the county attorney, would
of ugly possibilities Pete’s unfinished y o u ?” K irk Jarb o e’s voice panted. “ A ll
remark had opened to them. right, here’s another slug to make sure.
“ Yes, P e te !” Nora said tensely. “ That Then I ’ll take care of my lovely cousin
—that must have been the way of it. in the same w a y !”
K i r k murdered Ed C o e !” Pete drew up his long legs as Jarboe
“ T h at’s my hunch,” Pete said gravely. moved in. Pete waited until the man
“ Ed Coe has come to my place several was right on top of him, ornate six-
times, makin’ half insultin’ remarks and shooter slanting down, then drove both
actin’ like he wished I ’d try to pull a boot heels into Jarb o e’s midriff. The
gun on him. E d and K irk could have six-shooter went off with a blast that
gone up there today. When they seen was like a blowtorch on Pete’s leg. Only
I wasn’t home, it’d be like that sneaky he scarcely noticed that. He was on all
K irk to go into my house. Maybe K irk fours, scrambling after Jarb o e’s tum
spied my rifle, and dreamed up a way to bling shape.
stop E d Coe from pickin’ at him.” Pete’s head was reeling badly, and he
“ And K irk certainly meant to cost you felt weak and sluggish. But he got to
your life, to o !” Nora cried. “ Pete, he K irk Jarboe, got hold of his gun wrist,
must have stolen your rifle, then killed then sank a bony knee in the man’s
E d Coe with it when they got to your squirming middle. Pete hit at the pale
fence and cut the wire. K irk went back blur of Jarb o e’s face with his free fist,
to your horse, fired on the posse when and kept hitting until Nora’s voice in his
he heard them coming, then let your roaring ears and her firm little hands on
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his shoulders stopped him. “ Prove that y o u didn’t murder Coe,
E verything got foggy, although Pete you stupid h illb illy !” Jarb o e’s battered
was aware of movement and voices mouth sneered.
around him. When he did open his eyes “ I probably can’t ,” Pete said wearily.
he blinked into bright lamplight, then “ In which case you’ll go to trial, be
tried to sit up with a yelp of astonish found guilty, and hanged while my
ment when he discovered that he was in charming little cousin weeps beauti
a spacious, fam iliar room. H is yelp be fu lly !” Jarb oe laughed coldly.
came a grunt, however, when Nora Ja r-
boe seized his shoulders, shoved him O SIG N of emotion showed on
back hard against a bed that was downy Pete’s face at the taunt.
and snow-white. “ Guess again, Ja r b o e !” Pete said
“ D arling, please don’t lunge arou n d!” levelly. “ Sure, your dirty tricks and lies
Nora begged. “ M ildred, help me hold have put me in a spot I maybe won’t be
him, will y o u ?” able to w iggle out of. Only you’ll not
Pete blinked up at Nora then, trying strut around to crow about it.”
to grin. H er lovely face was so pale her “ W hat kind of stupid prattle is th at?”
brown hair looked black, and there was Jarboe grunted.
stark uneasiness in her gray eyes as she “ W hy, it’s m ighty simple, K irk ,” Pete
looked down at him. Pete saw plump, said evenly. “ Out here in this country,
gray-haired M ildred A very come to the men count friendship a mighty big
bedside, look down at him out of bright, thing.”
dark eyes. Pete saw a flicker of uneasiness in
“ Hello, M ildred,” he said quietly. Jarb o e’s sullen eyes. He realized that
“ And you can let me loose now, Nora. Nora and M ildred A very were both
I see you two have got me into your watching him, too, their eyes alert, hope
father’s room, Nora. B u t what about that ful.
Jarb oe r a t? ” “ B a h !” Jarb o e sneered. “ Your talk
“ Oh, golly-whompers, P e te !” Nora m akes no sense.”
said, and buried her face on his bony “ Not to a dirty little alley-rat like you,
shoulder. maybe,” Pete said coldly. “ B u t it will
"V e ry tou chin g!” A nasty voice to T u ll E ld rid ge and big Sam Garland.
spoiled the moment. T hey were E d Coe’s saddle-mates, his
Pete sat up in bed despite Nora’s at bosom friends. Maybe a ju ry won’t lis
tem pts to keep him flat. H e discovered ten to what few things I have to say,
that he was tigh tly bandaged around K irk. B u t T ull E ld ridge and Sam Gar
the chest, but felt no pain as he moved. land will. T hey’re tough, dangerous
He looked across the room at K irk J a r men, used to taking the law into their
boe, whose handsome face was swollen own hands.”
and cut and bloody. Pete vaguely re “ Shut u p !” K irk Jarb oe croaked
membered hammering at that face with hoarsely.
his left fist. “ T u ll E ld rid ge and Sam Garland are
“ You murdered E d Coe today, K irk, pretty smart jaspers, K irk ,” Pete droned.
and fixed it so’s I ’d be accused of the “ They know you hated E d Coe for devil-
crim e!” Pete said harshly. in’ you the way he did. So when Nora
Nora sat on the bed beside him. She and me tell T u ll and Sam that you sure
put an arm across his back, and he could lied about bein’ here at the ranch when
feel her trem bling as she waited, watch someone came out and told you about
ing K irk Jarb oe in a kind o f crazed fear. E d Coe, they’ll fix you.”
Jarboe sat propped up in the room’s cor “ Shut up, H arriso n !” K irk Jarboe said
ner, many turns of rope about his legs, wildly. “ I don’t want T u ll E ld rid ge and
body and arms. Sam Garland gettin ’ ideas. So let’s make
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a deal.” you confess to E d Coe’s m u rder?” M il
“ Nora, can you and M ildred lift K irk dred A very retorted.
and carry h im ?” Pete asked. “ Yeah, I ’m still runnin’ the sh ow !”
“ W e carried him in here and tied him Jarb o e sneered. “ I f you three repeat
up,” M ildred A very said quietly. what I ’ve said, I ’ll swear you dreamed
“ G ood !” Pete said gravely. “ The two it all up. H arrison would hang for E d
of you get him out to the barn and gag Coe’s murder, even if I did have a little
him. The sheriff w ill be along, and I trouble out of T u ll E ld rid ge and Sam
don’t want him to see K irk. I ’m savin’ Garland. I made a m istake when I
K irk for T ull and Sam to work on.” claimed I was here at the ranch when
Nora and M ildred A very took their news o f E d Coe’s death came to me,
cues beautifully. When they started to though. T ull E ld rid ge and Sam Garland
wards him, Jarboe screamed in a fren found out I ’d told H arrison that, and
zied way, fighting the bonds that held started tryin ’ to corner me. I slipped
him helpless. away in the dark, but they’ll follow. So
“ H arrison, listen to m e !” he panted. I ’ll still make a deal with you, H arri
“ I ’ll pull the noose off your neck by son.”
w ritin’ and signin’ a fu ll confession.” “ T hat confession business, eh ?” Pete
“ W hat would you confess to, some grunted.
thin’ desperate like throwin’ rocks at “ I ’ll write and sign the confession,
lizard s?” Pete grunted. with you three as w itnesses, if you’ll
“ You fool, I killed E d C o e !” K irk give me your word that you’ll say noth
Jarb oe croaked. “ W e went up to your in’ to the law or to T u ll E ld rid ge and
house today. E d w as drinkin’, and want Sam Garland for one fu ll w eek !” Jarb oe
ed to see if he could pick a fight with panted. “ Give me that much of a start,
you. When he found out you weren’t at and I ’ll be where even smart bulls can’t
home, he started takin’ it out on me. I nose me out.”
stepped inside your front door, took
your rifle off the antlers, and leveled the P E T E merely laughed. “ I ’m still not
gun at Ed. I told him to stop insultin’ interested,” Pete said and shrugged.
me or get shot. He laughed at me, turned “ You’d weasel out of the deal, some
his back, and dared me to shoot. I blew how.”
his head half o f f!” “ You blasted bum pkin!” J a r b o e
“ You killed Coe right there at my whined. “ Haven’t you brains enough to
p lace ?” Pete cried. want to save your own n eck ?”
“ I d id !” Jarb o e grinned wolfishly. “ Yeah, I’d sort of like to keep from
“ B u t don’t get bright ideas. I removed gettin’ hung,” Pete declared. “ Nora has
all sign, put Coe’s body on his horse, and promised to marry me soon as our beefs
look it down to your fence. I cut the are shipped, this fall. G etting hung
wire, left that cartridge in the brush, and would spoil that.”
was about to ride off when I heard the “ I wish I had known you two were
Luther boys out on the road, singin’ their plottin’ somethin’ like th a t!” Jarboe
hill-billy songs. I fired a shot to draw panted savagely. “ B u t to hell with you
their attention, then got out of there.” both. Turn me loose and let me write
“ And you went back to Pete’s h o u se!” that confession. Swear that you’ll keep
N ora said shakily. “ K irk, you fired on your mouths shut for a fu ll week before
the posse with Pete’s own rifle.” you show the confession to that clown
“ Don’t get mouthy with me, you little of a sheriff, and I ’ll— ”
w itch !” Jarboe glared at her. “ I’ve still “ I reckon I ’ve heard all I need to,
got this speckle-faced H arrison where I K ir k !” a deep, angry voice interrupted
want him.” suddenly.
“ W ith three of us having ju st heard B ig Jo e Streeter was craw ling clum
HANG ONE, BURY TWO 105
sily through a window as he talked. He like there was a bee in their bonnets,
sat down on the floor inside, looking and got suspicious when you sneaked
slow ly around. The sheriff’s face was away. I follered you, and was close
skinned, one cold gray eye was ringed enough to hear your gun when you tried
with puffed, purple flesh, and his shirt to kill Pete. I ’ve been hangin’ around
was little more than shreds. outside, hopin’ T ull E ld ridge and Sam
“ Golly-whompers, J o e ! ” Nora cried. Garland would show up and get to jaw
“ What happened to y o u ?” in’ with you about whatever was on their
“ I feel like I ’d been fightin’ a panther minds. Only I don’t want T u ll and Sam
in the d a rk !” the sheriff sigheck. “ Only showin’ up now. I might have to shoot
it was a spotty-faced, two-legged critter one or both of them monkeys to protect
that started the ruckus by hurlin’ sticks my prisoner.”
of stovewood into a dark room that was “ Joe, bless y o u !” Nora cried.
full of twitchy-nerved men. Pete, you She ran to the big, ragged sheriff, her
h u rt?” bright eyes searching Streeter's battered
"S o r t of, yes,” Pete said uneasily. face. M ildred A very went to the sher
“ W ell, I ’m sorry,” Jo e Streeter said iff’s side, too, sm iling and patting him
heavily. “ I wanted the pleasure of crip in a way that brought a slow grin to his
plin’ you m y se lf!” battered mouth.
The sheriff got up, battered face scow l “ Scat, both of y o u !” the sheriff chuck
ing when Nora and M ildred Avery both led. “ Durn it, I ought to stay mad at
giggled. The badge man limped over to that sorry Pete. You should see them
where K irk Jarboe lay, gogglin g and banged-up fellers in my p o sse !”
shaken. “ But you won’t arrest Pete now, will
The sheriff stood there, huge and you, J o e ? ” Nora smiled sweetly.
angry and battered, sweat dribbling off “ Not after I heard Jarboe talk his way
his face and m assive hands. into a hangin’,” Streeter said with a
“ I ought to stamp you right into this scowl. “ I ’ll wait until Pete gets over his
floor, K ir k !” he said heavily. “ You sure hurts. Then I ’m fixin’ to tie him to a
ju st about fixed Pete H arrison’s clock snubbin’ post and throw a whole cord of
with your lies and murderin’. I saw T ull stovewood at that peckerwood’s head of
E ldridge and Sam Garland watchin’ you h is !”
BACK in the 1880s, one Arizona town put up a sign at either end of the
main street where all who entered the community could see it. It read:
"Our jail is as large, but not as nice, as our hotel. Where will YOU be stop
ping?"
Another Arizona town's welcoming sign read: "Our marshal and his
deputies shave each other with their six-shooters. Stranger, keep your gun
holstered!"
More recently, an Arizona city put up a sign that reads: "167 died here
last year from gas— 11 inhaled it, 9 put a match to it, and 147 stepped on
it." — Mark Knight.
THE FRONTIER POST
(Continued, from page 6)
ning ponies of the Klamaths generally won. o f land, considered almost worthless during
When the Umpquas ran out of stakes, which his lifetime, but the virgin timber on it, giant
usually was dried salmon, they wagered and firs, is mighty valuable now. Jasper Palouse
lost their young and best-looking girls. That inherited that land. But his claim is buried
whittled down the reproduction of their clan. in red tape at Washington. He has received
The potlatches kept the Umpquas im pover neither title nor any benefits whatever.
ished. And now the day has come when “ timber
Then came the white man. Another off pirates” are at large in the Cascades. Many
shoot of the Klam ath-M odoc tribes, the unprotected land holdings have been stripped
Rogue River Indians, went on the warpath. of fortunes in logs. What will happen to this
On the Rogue, south of the Umpqua, came last fragment of Um pqua-owned land in all
an uprising with sieges and bloody massa that great forest empire that only three gen
cres. erations ago was all Umpqua land?
Feeling ran high among early Oregon set The whine of the power saw and the roar
tlers. It got so they’d shoot any Indian on and rumble of log trucks echo in the timber-
sight, figuring that all Indians were hostile. land these days. A t the present unrestricted
rate of cut, it will all be ugly, barren, use
This was unjust to the Umpquas, who were
less stumpland in time soon to come.
still a peaceful people. So some w ell-m ean
ing whites rounded them up and for the
Umpquas’ own protection put them in a tem
On a Par With Rustlers
porary camp at a place called Looking Glass,
Of course, timber pirates are not responsi
about twelve miles west of the present town
ble for all this. In logging circles they are on
of Roseburg.
a par with the cattle rustlers of the range-
A Disagreeable Episode lands. But even so, according to government
figures, cattle rustling losses in the West only
At Looking Glass, along in the 1850’s, there last year reached a staggering half-billion
dollars.
occurred one of those disgraceful episodes
that darken the annals of pioneer times. A Nobody knows the extent of timber piracy,
on private and public land. Logs bring high
mob of ruthless white men surrounded L ook
prices down at the busy, smoking lumber
ing Glass and all but exterminated the help
mills at Roseburg and elsewhere. It’s boom -
less, unarmed Umpquas.
times. The conservation program of the U. S.
There is no account of this outrage in any Forest Service has been brushed aside. The
written history of the Northwest. But it is government auctions off huge tracts of timber
remembered by some aged and withered to the big logging companies without con
squaws, over at Klamath Agency. For they cern for the future.
had been Umpqua girls, pawns in the pot Gigantic trucks with towering loads of logs
latch games. make endless procession down the old Ump
In 1932, Chief Mace died. That left Jasper qua trail. It is no footpath nowadays, trod
Palouse, last of the Umpquas. He was wom by moccasined feet. Up from Roseburg,
anless. He is living out his days in a settle along the river all the way to its source at
ment of French halfbreeds, in the upper Diamond Lake, the government is building a
Umpqua wilderness. super-highway at the cost of many millions.
Until recent years, when Uncle Sam un It is indicated on maps as an “ access road."
dertook a payoff to Indians who had been But it is a marvel and triumph of engineer
cheated of their rights under early treaties, ing, putting to shame the narrow, twisty, out
these mixed French people were believed to dated main highway arteries of the state.
be Umpqua Indians. But government inves
tigators, looking into their treaty claims, King Log
found them to be descended from French-
Canadians, Hudson’s Bay trappers stock. The log is king in the land of the Umpquas.
Chief Mace owned tribal rights to a tract Deer and bear and elk are driven back as the
forest is devoured and the air is bitter with
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In times past, in this get-together, I’ve told
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The latest oddity along this line happened z i n e s , b o o k s. S p l e n d id o p p o r t u n i t y t o “ b r e a k i n t o " f a s c i n a t
i n g w r i t i n g fie ld . M a y b r i n g y o u u p t o $ 5 .0 0 p e r h o u r , s p a r e
just this past season on the Umpqua. t i m e . E x p e r ie n c e u n n e c e s s a r y . W r i t e f o r F R E E d e t a i l s , a n d
Upriver lives a logger named Willie M c h o w t o g e t F R E E W r i t e r ’s M a r k e t G u id e I
Coy. He came out on his cabin porch one COMFORT WRITER’S SERVICE
morning— and there stood a deer. It didn’t Dept. 2-TF 200 8. 7th St. St. Lonia 2, Mo.
run. It wiggled its ears and came up trust
fully to him. It wasn’t any fawn. It was a
forked-horn buck, full-grown. WALL
The McCoy dog showed up about that time.
Deer are afraid of dogs, everybody knows (LEANER
that. But not this deer. It was as friendly „ Sa»e$ CostlyRedecorating
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' to g a — n o s t ic k y " d o o « h ” — n o re d , sw o lle n h a n d s. N ®
r m o r e d a o j e r o n s st e p la d d e rs, L it e r a lly e ra se s d ir t l u t o
that unexplainable, occasioned comradeship “ “ * r° m W a llp a p e r. P a in t e d W a lls , C e tlin e a , W in d o w
ok* o r d m ifro m frien d a l E a rn money/ A c t n o w !
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Well, Willie McCoy ate breakfast, got in
his car and drove up the mountain road to
the mill where he worked. He was properly
amazed, when he reached the mill, to find
that the dog and deer had followed his car.
That wasn’t all. He found out, after that, .
Low As that whenever he opened the car door,
the deer tried to get in. After that, the deer
rode back and forth with McCoy.
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S ila iln g a n d b ro k e n tee th n o t c h e d a p d re p la c e d , i
jw ; a c t u a l l y save m a n y d o l l a r s . N o I m p r e s s i o n s n e e d e d un
d e r o u r n e w s c ie n t ific F a l s e P la t e M e t h o d . 2 4 - H o u r S e rv ic e . .
ing its ease in the back seat.
“We’re going to git our pictures taken,”
__________te .a d d re cs f o r fo il d e t a ils s a n t F B K B . I f r o a r p la te is lo o **. w e
s h o w y o n h o w t o m a k e it c o m fo r ta b le , t ig h t -f it t in g b e fo re d u p lic a t io n . grinned Logger McCoy.
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“Some pot hunters would shoot a deer
wearin’ a red hat!” snorted Willie McCoy.
“Well, you can bet that if any harm comes to
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The Umpqua country has heaps of back
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In the years that followed, Bill Bradley’s
goings-on developed into a saga that is still Y o u M a k e M o n e y Fa s t
told and retold. It seems that he eked out a Every Time You Give a Show
living by putting up “jerky,” dried venison. with,the Sensational Sew
He’d load a pack train with it and sell it down -o b v b b' b b b'b'b b' *b b \ o <s# b 'b 'b 'b 'b 'o i
Roseburg way.
Some of that deer meat, folks say, tasted
an awful lot like beef that had strayed in
front of Bill Bradley’s rifle sights. Their sus
picions were not entirely unjustified. Bill
had a big gray mare that broke her leg. He
shot her and jerked the carcass. Next pack
trip downriver Bill was selling “ elk meat.”
Bill had a big band of horses and when
pasture got poor he burned off the brush to
start new grass. Consequently, the Forest
Service went looking for Bill. Two rangers
found him at his cabin.
“W e’ve got a warrant for your arrest, Bill,” M a k e easy m o n e y e v ery sh o w !
T h is m iniature T - V B an k looks like th e big tab le m od els.
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The next issue, too, will carry another in
the series of Famous Texas Rangers— THE
EMPIRE DREAMER, by Harold Preece.
Morris Lasker, young storekeeper in
Weatherford, Texas, was the second man of
Jewish faith to serve in the Texas Rangers.
The first was a man named Kleberg. When
the Comanches went on the warpath and
harassed the frontier around Weatherford,
Lasker, although he wore eyeglasses, in
For the past several years a number of Physicians have sisted on joining the volunteer Rangers de
Reported amazing success in treating Psoriasis with l i p A N
—a new medical wonder taken internally. L I F A N (regis tailed to accompany the regular Rangers In
tered U. S. Patent Office) is a combination of glandular
substances that treat certain internal disorders which running down the Indians. Read how Morris
many medical men now agree to be the cause of Psoriasis.
Clinical results show l i p a n successful in over 90% of the Lasker, who had made his own way in life
cases treated. Even stubborn lesions are alleviated to a since he was twelve, declared he’d come to
degree almost beyond belief. Absolutely harmless / Ask
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Or send for month's supply (180 tablets), enclosing check
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