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VOL. 46, No. 3 m i 1952
An Action Novelet
THE UNHOLY GRAIL....................................... Roe Richmond 62
Old Man Grail didn’t need a renegade son to pull
his chestnuts out o f the range fire— or did h e?
Short Stories
EL SOLD A D O ............................................. Gordon D. Shirreffs 54
Private Sepulveda puts up a battle against odds
WILLIAM AND THE CONTRACT BUCK........ Jim Kjelgaard 87
He teas nobody’s fool— till he met some slickers
WHEN THE SUN GOES D O W N .........................Jim O 'M ara 91
Johnny Good-by fights to wipe out his outlaw past
RIDDLE OF THE WASTELANDS...............................A. Leslie 102
There was no desert pathway for stolen cows, but—
Features
THE FRONTIER P O S T ........................................ Captain Starr 6
WESTERNETTES........ .............................. ............Harold Heifer 11
SAGEBRUSH S A V V Y ....................................... S. Omar Barker 101
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towers above all others for
rugged wear and good looks
EXT time I read in the papers some while sticking burr-close to his agile quarry.
dude scientist’s claim that horses are He knows to the split-second when to start
stupid, I aim to tell him about Old Blue—the and when to stop, thereby leaving his rider
smartest cow pony that ever loped the Wy free to concentrate on dropping his loop on
oming range. Any old-time Wyoming cow the right critter. This takes flawless co-ordi
poke will back me with fists, money or mar nation, a perfect understanding between man
bles on the unqualified statement that Old and horse.
Blue packed more brains and savvy in his But where the ordinary cutting horse’s
homely carcass than an scientist who ever education begins and ends with his skill at
peered through a microscope. deft maneuvering. Old Blue’s knowledge and
The wiry roan belonged to Senator War ability extended far beyond such elementary
ren’s 7pCL outfit in southern Wyoming, but accomplishments.
the whole State and every cowhand in it For example, the wise old-timer was more
loved him and felt a keen proprietary inter successful than the ranch bronc-buster at
est in his clever exploits. And why not? Old handling obstreperous colts. Whenever one
Blue was not only as good a cutting horse of the cocky little devils balked at return
as you’d find between the Rio Grande and ing to the barn after romping gaily in the
the Peace River in Alberta, he remains to pasture all day, Old Blue arrived on the
day a warm and wonderful memory to every double to chastise the culprit. Blue’s rider
man who ever rode him in action or watched quickly roped the sassy rebel, and grinningly
him work his uncanny magic upon ornery allowed the veteran cow pony to drag the
cow brutes and equine rascals alike. fresh youngster back to his stall and shove
All Westerners know that a good cutting him disdainfully inside.
horse is the top aristocrat of any ranch
remuda—the highly trained mount a cow Quiet Down— or Else!
boy rides when he wishes to cut a calf, colt
or any other animal out of a bunch of its Usually the humiliated colt would then
fellows. stage a fiery display of temperament and try
Guided only by knee-signal plus unerring earnestly to kick his stall to bits. Disgusted
instinct, the sure-footed cutting horse turns with this idiotic juvenile behavior, Blue
and twists like a coyote trailing a rabbit would go in alongside the plunging wise-guy,
pin him against the wall with his powerful
shoulders and warn him to quiet down pronto
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—or else! The toughest colts melted fast J
when Old Blue looked ’em straight in the F
eye and told them in horse lingo to act
decent or else he’d belt the bejingoes out of Salesmen jamming
’em. pockets with
Once in awhile a colt would sneak a kick $10°® b i l l s . . ;
at Blue when his back was turned—and TAKING ORDERS FOR
JUST
The Large Benefit This Low
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LOOK 3c A DAY IS ALL YOU PAY
T h e S e r v ic e L ife F a m ily H o s p ita l P la n
c o v e r s y o u a n d y o u r fa m ily fo r a b o u t
e v e r y t h in g — fo r every a c c id e n t , a n d fo r all
for this outstanding new Family Protection
c o m m o n a n d ra re d ise a se s a ft e r th e p o ltc y W o n d e r fu l n e w s ! T h is n e w p o l i c y c o v e r s e v e r y o n e fr o m i n f a n c y t o a g e 7 0 ! W h e n s ic k n e s s
h a s b e e n in fo r c e 3 0 d a y s o r m o re . V e r y o r a c c i d e n t s e n d s y o u o r a m e m b e r o f y o u r f a m il y t o t h e h o s p it a l— t h is p o l i c y P A Y S
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sis. h e a rt d ise a se , d ise a se s in v p lv in g fem a le h o s p it a l. W h a t a w o n d e r fu l fe e lin g t o k n o w y o u r s a v in g s a r e p r o t e c t e d a n d y o u w o n ’ t h a v e
o r g a n s , s i c k n e s s r e s u lt i n g in a s u r g i c a l t o g o i n t o d e b t . T h e m o n e y is p a id D I R E C T T O Y O U t o s p e n d a s y o u w is h . T h i s r e m a r k
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c o n d it io n s o r ig in a t in g a ft e r th e p o lic y is a g e , a n d f o r a g e 6 0 t o 7 0 o n l y 4 M e a d a y . T h i s p o l i c y e v e n c o v e r s c h i ld r e n u p t o 1 8 y e a r s
in fo r c e six m o n t h s a re a il c o v e r e d . . .
o f a g e w it h c a s h b e n e fit s o f $ 5 0 .0 0 a w e e k w h il e in t h e h o s p it a l— y e t t h e c o s t is o n l y 1 M e
H o s p ita liz a t io n c a u s e d b y a t te m p te d su i
a d a y f o r e a c h c h i l d ! B e n e f it s p a id w h ile c o n f in e d t o a n y r e c o g n iz e d h o s p it a l, e x c e p t
c id e , u se o f in to x ic a n t s o r n a rco tics , in
g o v e r n m e n t h o s p it a ls , r e s t h o m e s a n d c lin i c s , s p a s o r s a n it a r iu m s . P ic k y o u r o w n d o c t o r .
s a n it y . a n d v e n e re a l d is e a s e is n a tu ra lly
N a t u r a l ly t h is w o n d e r fu l p o l i c y is is s u e d o n l y t o in d iv i d u a ls a n d fa m il ie s n o w in g o o d
e x c lu d e d .
T h e m o n e y is all y o u r s — fo r a n y p u r h e a lt h ; o t h e r w i s e t h e c o s t w o u ld b e s k y h ig h . B u t o n c e p r o t e c t e d , y o u a r e c o v e r e d fo r
p o s e y o u w a n t t o u s e it . T h e r e a re n o a b o u t e v e r y s ic k n e s s o r a c c i d e n t . P e r s o n s c o v e r e d m a y r e t u r n a s o f t e n a s n e c e s s a r y t o th e
h i d d e n m e a n i n g s o r b i g w o r d s in t h e h o s p it a l w it h in t h e y e a r .
p o lic y . W e u rg e y o u a n d e v e r y fa m ily a n d
a ls o in d iv id u a ls t o se n d fo r th is p o lic y This is What $100.00 a Week Examine This Policy Without
o n o u r 10 d a y fr e e t ria l o ff e r — a n d b e c o n
v in c e d th a t n o o t h e r h o s p ita l p la n o ffe rs
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M o n e y m e lt s a w a y fa s t w h e n y o u o r a
m e m b e r o f y o u r f a m il y h a s t o g o t o t h e
1 0 DAYS FR EE EXAM INATION
T W O S P E C IA L F E A T U R E S h o s p it a l. Y o u h a v e t o p a y c o s t l y h o s p it a l Y o u a r e i n v i t e d t o in s p e c t t h is n e w k in d o f
MATERNITY b o a r d a n d r o o m . . . d o c t o r ’s b il ls a n d
m a y b e t h e s u r g e o n 's b i l l t o o . . . n e c e s s a r y
F a m i ly H o s p i t a l P la n . W e w ill s e n d t h e
a c tu a l p o lic y t o y o u fo r te n d a y s a t n o c o s t
B e n e fiU A t S m a ll E x tra C o s t
Women who will some day m e d ic in e s , o p e r a t i n g r o o m fe e s — a t h o u o r o b l i g a t i o n . T a l k it o v e r w it h y o u r b a n k
have babies wit! want to s a n d a n d o n e t h in g s y o u d o n 't c o u n t o n . e r , d o c t o r , la w y e r o r s p ir it u a l a d v is e r . T h e n
take advantage of a special m a k e u p y o u r m in d . T h i s p o l i c y b a c k e d b y
low cost maternity rider. W h a t a G o d s e n d th is R E A D Y C A S H
Pays $50.00 foi childbirth B E N E F I T W I L L B E T O Y O U . H e r e 's t h e fu ll r e s o u r c e s o f t h e n a t io n a ll y k n o w n
confine ment either in the c a s h t o g o a lo n g w a y t o w a r d p a y i n g h e a v y S e r v i c e L ife I n s u r a n c e C o m p a n y o f O m a h a ,
hospital or at home, after h o s p it a l e x p e n s e s — a n d t h e m o n e y le ft o v e r N e b r a s k a — o r g a n i z e d u n d e r t h e la w s o f
policy has been in force
10 months. Double the c a n h e l p p a y y o u fo r t i m e lo s t fr o m y o u r N e b r a s k a a n d w it h p o l ic y h o ld e r s in e v e r y
amount on twins. j o b o r b u s in e s s . R e m e m b e r — a ll c a s h b e n e sta te . S E N D N O M O N E Y — ju s t y o u r
Name..
By
HAROLD HELFER
It could only happen in Texas, of course, stretch of jagged rocks and whirling rapids.
but a dog treed a fish there. It happened near Contestants can use “ anything that floats”
Dallas after a flood. As the waters receded, and can be propelled only by oars or poles.
a fish got stuck in the branches of a tree. A
dog started barking at it and refused to be What’s-in-a-mune department: Dr. Bilder-
silenced until the fish was removed. back is a Houston, Texas, chiropractor.
Ed Ryan, of South Dakota, who fought The largest rolied-filled earth dam in the
with General Custer (not at Little Bighorn) world, the excavation made for Garrison Dam
learned to read and write at the age of 70 at Bismarck, North Dakota, would make a
and wrote his biography, “ Me And The hole a city block square and over four miles
Black Hills,” at the age of 94. deep. The concrete used would fill 30,000
freight cars.
It is generally thought that more than half Cattle rustling reared its ugly head in, of
of the Indian population was killed off by the all places, the Washington, D. C. vicinity.
whites in settling the West. The best esti In sentencing three men to eight .years each,
mates, however,- put it at no more than seven Judge Charles W . Woodward declared:
percent, and probably closer to six. Which “ The farmer can't sit out all night with a
means but a shade over one out of twenty shotgun to protect his stock. He must be
were killed by white men. supported by strong sentences in the court.”
The Grizzly Giant, a tree in Yosemite When Texas was annexed by the United
National Park, California, is 27.6 feet in States, it retained the right to divide itself
diameter and is 209 feet tall. It is estimated into five states. It didn’t. Which accounts
to be more than 3000 years old, which means for the beautiful monstrosity it still is today
it was among the living way back 1000 years — over 263 times the size of our smallest state,
before Christ. Rhode Island, though only about 8 times as
great as the Island in population.
One of the most rugged of all water races
occurs out West, near Thermopolis, W yom Armed with only a knife, it is said that
ing. The Wind River Canyon Boat Race is Kit Carson once killed a savage mountain
held each Memorial Day over a 12-mile lion in hacd-to-claw combat.
Why would anyone want a waterless valley badly enough to kill for it? The famed
Lone Wolf of the Rangers aimed to find out—even if it cost him his right arm
CHAPTER I
of DRY VALLEY
A Jim Hatfield Novel by JACKSON COLE
13-
14 TEXAS RANGERS
greenish eyes had missed nothing on the “ That’s the man,” Hatfield agreed.
long trip. Nor did he seem to mind the “ He’s still here, isn’t he?”
dust, the heat and the jolting that so oft The driver shrugged. “ Ain’t heard dif
en brought cries of protest from the pas ferent.” He clamped his mouth over his
sengers inside. chaw and kept his eyes on the road. Hat
Running effortlessly behind the coach to field frowned slightly at the man’s sudden
which he was tethered was a golden sor change. Evidently Brant was a subject
rel, which this stranger said he had men avoided around here.
bought in Coyote Springs. “ Not much on He eased back on the jolting seat and
riding,” he had explained. “ But I may ran over in his mind what he knew of
have to do some once I get to Vanishing Godfrey Brant.
Wells, and this animal looks gentle.” The man had been a Texas Ranger,
The driver snorted at the remembrance. working for Bill McDowell, Ranger Cap
Neither the magnificent sorrel nor the tain, until a bullet from a Border brush
man beside him struck him as being par with outlaws crippled him. He had re
ticularly gentle. signed and come north to run cattle.
He worked his “ chaw” back into his left Hatfield had never seen Brant, who had
cheek and grunted, “ Ain’t my business to been one of McDowell’s friends. So when
give advice, stranger. But if you plan to McDowell had called Jim in and showed
stay in that sinkhole a spell, don’t tread him Brant’s letter asking for ■help, the
on Stoop Miller’s toes. He’s the deputy name had meant nothing to him.
sheriff. Suspicionest man in five coun The note was short and to the point:
ties—and a fast man with a hogleg.” Bill—having a little trouble up here that
Jim Hatfield smiled. “ I’ll remember to I can’t handle alone. Bought a spread that
keep on the right side of the law.” seemed worthless. But I’ve figured out a
way to get water, and that seems to be the
rub. Someone else has it figured out, too.
HE driver rattled on, “ Miller’s a
T straight lawman. But he’s got more
trouble than he can handle, I hear.
Sent for my son, Jeff, but he’s green to this
kind of trouble, and anyway he may not get
here for a while yet. Can you spare a good
There’s been trouble brewing in this neck man? Tell him to keep under cover until I
of the woods ever since King Hudson run see him. If this thing pans out up here I’ll
be riding down to Austin one day to collect
Ryan Estes out of Bueno Padre. Estes my bet. Hasta la vista.
came up here to Vanishing Wells and took Godfrey.
over the Mikado Casino. Brung in some Bill McDowell had pushed back, grin
gals and spruced it up. Hired himself ning at the look on Hatfield’s face. “ I told
some tough gunnies like Deacon Seliars Godfrey I’d eat my hat if he ever made a
and Steve Gundar, just in case the King go of ranching. He was a restless cuss. ■I
came riding up here with some of his Big couldn’t see him sticking to any one place
Crown riders.” The driver got rid of a long enough to make it work. Not that he
mouthful of juice over the side. Miller’s was always itchy-footed. But when his
tough—but he’s not big enough to handle wife died, leaving him with a five-year-
this trouble. Not with the Deacon taking old boy, it kinda knocked the wind from-
Estes’ orders.” him. Rangering being the kind of hazard
“I’m not looking for trouble,” Hatfield ous business it is, he couldn’t keep the
disclaimed quietly. “ I came to look up a boy with him, so he sent young Jeff to his
friend of mine who settled around here. sister back East.”
A man named Godfrey Brant.” “ What’s Godfrey like?” Hatfield asked.
“ Brant!” The driver jerked the left lead “Middle height, chunky build. Riles
animal aside to avoid a pothole in the fast and cools off quicker. If he’s wrong
road. “ You mean the jasper who bought he’ll tell you—if he’s right, look out!
that Englishman’s place in Mirage Val Should be crossing fifty, and even with
ley? Spread known as Taylor’s Folly?” his bad leg I’d say he can still ride farther,
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 15
work harder and cuss louder than any
man twenty years younger.” McDowell
had looked at Hatfield, smiling gently. “ If
Godfrey’s in trouble, I don’t know of a
better man to send him than you, Jim.”
And that was what was bringing Jim
Hatfield, the Lone Wolf, to Vanishing
Wells.
the vacated dance space She had casta Gundar framed in the opening, a Colt still
nets in her hands, a red bougainvillea in smoking in his big fist. There was a lump
her hair, tucked in over her right ear. on his jaw, visible at a distance. The scar
The piano player beat out his accom across his nose gave him a malevolent
panying rhythm. Pepita was good. She look.
was small and wiry, and her step was “Kind of getting around a bit, pilgrim?”
light, graceful, quick. One by one men he said to Hatfield.
pressed close to the dance space to throw “ Some,” Hatfield admitted. He was
their hats at her feet. [Turn page]
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t r a d e m a r k (
fellow, dressed in whipcord britches, a “You didn’t seem to care,” young Brant
tan shirt, a soft leather jacket. He didn’t said innocently. He stepped down from
ride too well, and he was mounted on a the saddle, winced a little as he stiff
run-of-the-mill buckskin. legged up to the boardwalk. “ Haven’t
He came searching along the buildings, had much practice with these Western
and his glance hit Miller who was back cayuses,” he apologized. “ They’re kinda
sunning himself on his bench, skidded hard on the backside.”
up t o the terse “ l a w o f f i c e ” painted on Miller shook his head. Things were
the window behind him, and that seemed getting too blamed complicated. The first
to decide him. hombre who’d asked for Godfrey had
He pulled the buckskin in to the short turned out to be hell on wheels. This one
rack and said cheerfully: “ Howdy, Pop. couldn’t even ride a horse.
Where do I find Godfrey Brant?” “Take the first fork outside town, head
Miller was peeved. “In hell, maybe,” ing south,” he growled. He pointed with
he answered ill-manneredly. Then, as the exaggerated gesture, thereby indicating
young fellow’s face grew suddenly cold his distrust of this young rider’s ability
30 TEXAS RANGERS
to follow even the simplest directions. canyon, heard from Miller the legends of
“ When you gets to the fork, take the south this strange cut.
trail. That’s the left hand trail, son. Get At top of the plateau the cuplike valley
it? The left hand trail!” fell away before them, and Miller re
marked: “ That’s your dad’s place. Nice
EFF BRANT grinned. He had warm place to live. Enough water for human
J brown eyes and his grin lit up a
strong, not unhandsome face. “ Maybe
consumption, a few head of cattle. But
nowhere near enough water for the cattle
you’d better come along, Pop. Just so’s I that could be raised here. Notice the
don’t get lost.” natural protection from the elements, the
Miller turned sharply, looking suspi natural boundaries? A fence thrown
ciously into Jeff’s face. But Jeff’s features across this entrance to Mirage Canyon
were frank. “ Seems to me,” Miller grum and you’d have no more worries about
bled, “ I wanted to make sure the other drift.”
fella wouldn’t get lost either. But he They rode down into the whitened bed
turned out to be a holy terror.” of an old watercourse and Jeff’s eyes light
“ What other fellow ?” ened speculatively. “ Looks like a river
“ There was 4 jasper in here yesterday, ran here once.”
said he wanted to see Godfrey. Quiet Miller nodded. “ Must have been before
looking hombre, talked like an Easterner. our time, son.” He pointed to the far hills.
Like you.” “ Them’s the Padres. Payoff Creek starts
“ Did he see my father?” up there and comes down almost into this
“ No. Said something about talking to valley before veering off and going down
a man who claimed he was Godfrey— into Payoff Gorge. Just a freak of chance,
Say,” the deputy-sheriff interrupted him but that means water for Payo Valley
self. “ Maybe I’d better come along with and the Big Crown, and no water for
you, son. If your pa’s at home, I want Mirage Valley.”
to talk to him.” “ That so?” Jeff muttered.
The young man nodded. “ I’d sure ap They rode on into the yard. The bunk-
preciate it, Pop.” house door was open. No one was inside,
“ The name’s Miller-—Henry Miller,” although several of the bunks showed use.
the deputy corrected stiffly. “ Most folks Turning, they walked into the ranch-
hereabouts call me Stoop,” He saw the house. There were cigarette butts on the
beginning of a grin on Jeff’s face and he floor. Coffee cups lay soiled on the table.
snapped. “ And that don’t stand for stupid, Flies buzzed over their rims.
son!” But no sign of Godfrey. He had left
Jeff’s eyes widened innocently. He no note lying around. His Winchester was
turned to the buckskin and looped the across pegs over the stone fireplace. But
trailing reins over the tie pole. “This the bedroom was bare of personal belong
looks like it’ll be a hot ride, Mr. Miller. ings. “ Looks like your pop pulled his
And a dry one. Coming into town I no stakes, son,” Miller said.
ticed at least five saloons in the first block. Jeff shook his head. “ He knew I was
Let me buy you a drink.” coming. I wired him before I left. Why
The deputy warmed to him. “ For an should he leave before I got here? And
Easterner you talk sense,” he admitted. leave no word?”
“ I usually buy mine at the Outpost. They The deputy shrugged. “ Maybe he
cut their likker less there.” planned to show up later in town. You say
A half-hour later they rode up the you wasn’t sure when you could get here.”
Mirage trail. The sun wanned the land “ These cups,” Jeff said grimly. “ Some
and the cooler breeze, coming down from one’s been here. Recently.”
the uplands, was exhilarating. Jeff com Miller’s face was grave. “ Better ride
mented on the vari-colored walls of the back with me, Jeff. If there’s been trouble
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 31
you might be setting right smack in the take in the country beyond. It was well
middle of it, if you stay,” past mid-mqrning.
Jeff’s lips set stubbornly. “ I’m staying. “ Reckon that’s Payoff Valley, Goldy,”
This is my father’s ranch, and he wrote he said to the golden sorrel. “ Quite a
me to meet him here. And if there’s been change from the country that we just left,
trouble, well— ” He walked over to the eh?”
fireplace and took the Winchester down, The green valley sprawling out in gen
hefting it. “ I’m not much good with a tly rolling vista below him was in sharp
hand gun,” he said grimly, “ but I’ve han contrast to the dry, brown, sterile country
dled a' rifle before." he had quitted. Far down the middle of
Miller shrugged, “ Well, I’ll be ridin’ Payoff a creek meandered its lazy way,
back. If your dad shows up in Vanishing its course marked by trees lining its
Wells, I’ll tell him you’re here.” banks. Off to the left the town of Bueno
Jeff nodded. He walked to the porch Padre cut its pattern in the valley, and
with the lawman and watched Miller fork far beyond the hazy hills of the Encillas
his horse and ride away. When the dep made a broken line visible against the
uty was a speck on the trail, Jeff turned horizon.
and let his gaze dwell on the shouldering This was King Hudson’s domain, this
bulks of the Padres, recalling the letter he fertile valley, and Hatfield frowned as he
had received before leaving for the West. recalled the big cattleman’s reply to Estes.
His father had been economical with Somehow in this puzzle over water, the
his information when he had written. But King had reason to believe that Godfrey
Jeff knew the lines by heart. had threatened to deprive him of his wa
Jeff—I want you to come out here, if you’re ter.
not tied up. I bought a spread which I think “ Reckon it’ll be a good idea to find out
is a lulu. Man who sold it to me thought he what King Hudson really knows, eh,
had a sucker. But I found a way to get wa G oldy?”
ter. All the water I need. But I need your
help. Let’s see if that engineering degree The sorrel tossed its head. Hatfield
you just got ain’t just paper. I’ll be here grinned and leaned over to scratch the
waiting for you. Dad base of a silky ear. “ Let’s go,” he said
Evidently something had happened to gently.
Godfrey Brant. Someone else must have They made Bueno Padre just after
found out what Jeff’s father had discov noon. Men turned to stare after the tall
ered concerning water. rider on the magnificent sorrel. He rode
down the main street until he saw the
Slowly Jeff walked back to the bed
room, rumaged around in the dresser un sheriff’s office, then pulled Goldy up at
the rack.
til he found what he was looking for.
Bringing the half-filled box of .30-30 shells Sheriff Winters was listening to the soft
into the kitchen, he Joaded the Winches voice of a man lounging lazily against the
ter. “ Might as well mhke myself at home,” near wall. He turned his head as Hatfield
he thought, putting his things away. entered, his gray eyes flicking over this
newcomer.
The sheriff was a man over fifty. A
spare man with iron-gray hair still thick
CHAPTER VI on his head, a long, bony face in which
the mouth made a hard, uncompromising
Deacon Sellars line.
He didn’t look like a man who smiled
often—the lines at the corners of his
N THE stage road to Bueno Padre, mouth went down, instead of up.
O Hatfield topped the lower ridges of
the Mirages and reined in to let his eyes
Hatfield said, “ Afternoon, Sheriff,” and
let his gaze take in the tall, sad-faced man
32 TEXAS RANGERS
in range clothes lounging against the wall. Hatfield informed him. “ I’ve been to
The first thing Hatfield noticed about this Mirage Valley.”
man were his guns. “W ell?” The sheriff looked up trucu
Set in well-oiled black leather holsters, lently. “Why bother m e?”
they had walnut handles that shone with “ I couldn’t locate Godfrey,” Hatfield
a patina that only long and loving han told him. “ There were some men at the
dling could give. They seemed a part of ranch. One of them claimed he was God
the man, as if they had grown with him, frey. But he wasn’t. I thought Godfrey
grown out of that long, lanky frame clad might have come to Bueno Padre.”
in black shirt and rough wool black pants. The sheriff shook his head. “ Godfrey
He had long bony fingers on which tufts hasn’t been in town in two weeks. He
of black hair grew in dark patches. They came by to see Rock Galligan over at the
bore no calluses. They seemed restless, land office. Then he stopped by the office
full of movement, even when still. The and made a funny crack.” The sheriff
man’s neck was scrawny, burned a red scowled. “ Said he’d just written to a
black, and his face was long and sharp, friend of his and he expected all hell to
like the sheriff’s. Only it wasn’t a hard break loose around here before the end
face. It was a sad face. And surprisingly, of the month. He wouldn’t say more, ex
the man’s eyes, meeting Hatfield’s, were a cept that he was tired of sitting in the
watery, mild blue. middle of the creek.”
He took his foot down slowly and con “What did he mean by that?” Hatfield
tinued his conversation with the sheriff, asked.
almost as if there had been no interrup “How do I know?” the sheriff rasped
tion. “ I thought I’d drop by and let you belligerently. “I ain’t got time to unravel
know, Winters. He may be King around every damn fool remark made. I got
here. But the next time he says something troubles of my own.” He looked squarely
he can’t hack, I’ll get him.” The man’s at Hatfield. “ Did you get a good look at
voice wasn’t loud, nor harsh—but the law the man who just left?”
man shivered. Hatfield nodded. “ Seemed kind of sad.
Winters licked his lips. “ I’ll tell him to Lose his best frend?”
lay off. I’ll— ” “ That was the Deacon,” the sheriff said.
The sad-faced man turned away, not “Deacon Sellars!” He wiped his forehead
bothering to let the sheriff finish. He again.
walked past Hatfield, looked him over “ Who’s he?” Hatfield asked innocently.
with one careless glance, frowned, glanced The sheriff threw up his hands. “ Y ou’re
again, and moved on. new to this part of the country all right,”
Hatfield said quietly, “ I’m looking for he groaned. “ If you weren’t you’d know
Godfrey Brant, "Sheriff.” about the Deacon. You can roll -up Billy
The sad-faced man was in the doorway. the Kid, Sam Bass and Johnny Ringo in
He stopped as if the question had been one, add old Doc Halliday, and maybe
directed to him. He took a long look at you’d have something like the Deacon.”
Hatfield, then turned away and went “ Bad, eh?” Hatfield smiled.
heeling down the walk. The sheriff let out an exasperated growl.
Hatfield shrugged. “ He still looks sad,
INTERS wiped his brow, an uncon like maybe he isn’t getting enough to eat.”
W scious gesture. “ You’re a long way
off track,” he said tersely. “Brant’s lo
He was chuckling as he left the law
office.
cated in Mirage Valley, way back north Bueno Padre, as the county seat, was
of here. Head for Vanishing Wells and quite a town. Hatfield found the land
see my deputy, Miller. He’ll show you office man just about to close for lunch.
how to get to Brant’s place.” He was a thin, small man with glasses,
“ I’ve come through Vanishing Wells,” several gold-capped teeth, and a close
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 33
mouthed manner, King Hudson had made his money back
“ I’m trying to locate Godfrey Brant,” East, as Hatfield had been told in Van
Hatfield said. ishing Wells, and after his wife died he
Galligan told him just about what the had come to Texas. Used to wealth and
sheriff had imparted. “Hasn’t been around power, he had molded the Big Crown to
since that day,” he finished. suit his temperament, and he ruled over
“ What did Godfrey see you for?” the little principality with a bluff yet iron
Galligan went cautious. “ That was con hand.
fidential,” he answered. Eating on the sunny veranda was a
Hatfield nodded. “ Never mind. And habit brought from the East, and he en
thanks for the information,” joyed his leisurely morning meal while
As he rode out of Bueno Padre, he re he looked over the rolling expanse of his
flected that his trip to town had accom domain, to the far hills of the Padres.
plished two things. He had met the no Miriam had been in her teens when her
torious Deacon Sellars, and learned that father brought her here, and the freedom
Godfrey had not been in Bueno Padre of this new life, unconfined by New Eng
since he had mailed his letter to Captain land strictures of dress and manners, had
McDowell. allowed her to bloom to uninhibited wom
There no longer was any doubt in the anhood. A girl of twenty-one now, she
Lone W olf’s mind but that Godfrey had was tall, nicely-fashioned, and though the
either been killed and his body secreted sun had darkened her yellow hair to
somewhere, or he had been kidnaped. warmer shades of brown, it had not
Hatfield followed a well-traveled road robbed her face of its vital coloring. An
out of town and a few miles on a board athletic girl, she rode well. She rode
sign with a crudely sketched crown and Western style, and usually in a pair of
an arrow pointed east. He took the trail belted levis, khaki shirt, and wide-
to King Hudson’s ranch. brimmed sombrero.
An hour later the trail dipped down This morning, though, she was in soft,
toward the river. •Trees and brush cast doeskin riding britches, and wore a yellow
their welcome shade as the road wound silk blouse, and King noticed that her
through them. Goldy was loping along hair had been carefully combed, which
with distance-eating stride when a girl fact indicated to him where she was go
screamed. ing. It irritated him that she should per
sist in defying him this way, and his
Hatfield straightened in his stirrups.
“ Good morning” was half a growl.
The scream came again, shrill, urgent.
Terrified! “ Now, Dad,” she said, dropping into a
“ Sounds like somebody’s in trouble,” chair opposite him. “ Just because, some
Hatfield said. “ Let’s go see, Goldy!” stranger ordered you home yesterday,
you needn’t take it out on me.”
afe sfc sfc “Who told you that story?” he glared.
She shrugged. “ Juanita. She usually
manages to pick up anything interesting
A T Hudson
THE Big Crown Ranch, Miriam
came out to the wide,
that happens.”
The dark-eyed Mexican girl, four years
honeysuckle-smelling porch where her fa
ther was having his breakfast served by younger than Miriam and more knowing
ufuanita, the house maid. The big L-shaped about men, came out at this moment,
rai.'chhouse with its red tile roof had a bringing Miriam’s eggs and bacon.
dozen rooms. Set back from the other “ What’s this you’ve been telling Miss
buildings that made up the Big Crown, its Miriam?” King asked trenchantly.
low cream-colored ’dobe walls snuggled “ Si, Don King,” Juanita said, shrugging
behind bougainvillea, climbing vines and shapely shoulders. “Tony, he tell me.
various other shrubs. Thees tall estranjero in Vanishing Wells,
34 TEXAS RANGERS
he says, ‘You go home, huh!’ ” She opened Still, the King didn’t like his politics,
her dark eyes in wide innocence. “ Tony, nor his obsequiousness when they met.
he say thees man make you and that He suspected that Bates was Estes’ man,
Meester Estes shut up. Muy pronto.” and hated the thought that his daughter
Miriam laughed. King choked. “ You might consider marrying the man.
may go, Juanita,” he dismissed her. He “Just the same,” he growled, “ I don’t
reached in his pocket for an expensive want you to go down to Vanishing Wells.
cigar and lighted up, hiding his scowl be After what happened yesterday there may
hind a rising cloud of smoke. be trouble.”
“ I can take care of myself,” Miriam said.
She got up abruptly, and King rose to his
feet.
CHAPTER VII
“ I forbid you going to Vanishing Wells!”
he roared.
King Hudson’s Daughter
She came around the table and rumpled
his thinning hair. “Woof, woof,” she said,
and went back into the house while he
IRIAM viewed her father tolerant spluttered and choked and finally threw
ly. More than anyone else, she away his chewed-up cigar.
knew that his growl was worse than his Miriam had Tony, Juanita’s beau, sad
bite. He was like a big boy who loved dle her steel-blue roan, and rode out of
to push his weight around, and no one, the big, well-kept yard. It was a long ride
until yesterday, had ever spoken to him into Bueno Padre, and she knew she
as had that stranger Juanita mentioned. would have little time there if she wanted
“ And where are you going this morn to make Vanishing Wells before night.
ing?” he snapped, knowing as he spoke The sun was past meridian when she
where she would be going. hit the treacherous bog country. Pay-off
“ To Bueno Padre to do some shopping,” Creek meandered over its low banks here,
she replied, amused. spreading its overflow into soft and
“A nd?” treacherous ground, making little bogs
“I expect to ride on to Vanishing Wells that were half hidden by foliage that cast
and spend the night with Dot Grady. its shade over them. Some of them had
She’s due to have her baby soon, you proved traps for Big Crown cattle, and
know, and I want to take her some things finally her father had ordered a barbed
she’ll need.” wire fence thrown around the whole sec
He chewed on his cigar. “ And I sup tion to keep steers out. However, the trail
pose you won’t be seeing that tinhorn to Bueno Padre went through this section,
lawyer, Bates?” and so the men had put a gate in' the fence
Miriam shrugged. “ Melvyn’s a good for the convenience of riders.
lawyer,” she defended, “And he’s the only She dismounted and unlatched the
man I know who can talk of something barbed wire gate, led the steeldust
other than cows. Not that I don’t like through, and carefully closed it behind
horses and cattle and— ” her. She couldn’t see the break in the
She petered off, and the King hid his wire fence, as it went through a thicket
eyes with smoke. He knew what she some forty feet beyond. Nor was she
meant. She was the daughter of King aware of the presence of the crusty old
Hudson, the wealthy man from the East, longhorn, a renegade relic of old stock
and most of the younger men in the val that had been on the Big Crown ranges
ley, while deferential and nice enough, when King had taken over.
were scared off. Not that Miriam was The mossy-backed steer had come down
snobbish, it was who she was that made from the hills, wild as an antelope, and
things difficult for her. mean as a grizzly. It had lain in the cool
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 35
shade after drinking at the nearest bog, bellowed back. She screamed again, not
and Miriam’s entrance roused him. Now expecting help, but out of sheer terror.
he watched her through his small red Through the tree-shaded pathway a
eyes, his bovine mind debating whether rider appeared, a tall rider on a golden
to back away from this intruder, or give sorrel that moved with efforless rhythm.
fight. The longhorn turned and eyed horse and
The steeldust was trembling as Miriam rider belligerently.
mounted, sensing danger in the thicket. Hatfield took in the situation at one
The longhorn got to its feet and began to glance with his cool green eyes. He
back away. Its bony, matted rump came reached for his rope, hanging from his
into contact with several sharp barbs on pommel. The outlaw steer, having al
the broken wire. ready chased one human into the bog,
lowered his head and began pawing the
HE gashes stung. Bellowing, he came ground.
T out of the thicket, tossing his needle-
sharp horns. The steeldust reared with
“Kinda feeling your oats, eh, old feller!”
the Ranger chuckled.
a frightened snort and Miriam, caught en He dropped a short length of the rope
tirely by surprise, slid out of saddle. She in his hand and doubled it so that three
fell on her side and rolled over, in time feet of doubled rope dangled like a whip
to see the meanest looking steer in the from his brown fist. The longhorn
world lower his head and charge. charged!
King Hudson’s daughter scrambled to Goldy evaded that rush with the smooth
her feet and ran. She didn’t bother to ease of a top cow pony. As the steer lum
see where she was headed; she just ran. bered past, Hatfield lashed it sharply
Not until she felt water underfoot, and across the face. Bellowing, the longhorn
later the soft suck of sandy bottom, did plunged ahead. Goldy turned on a dime.
she stop. She was in the middle of an A couple more whacks across the bony
innocent-looking bog, the water barely flanks drove the fight out of the steer’s
reaching to her hips. head. Crashing through the thickets, it
The bog-wise steer halted abruptly on found the break in the wire and headed
the edge and slowly drew back. With im for the hills.
minent danger over, Miriam noticed that Hatfield swung back to the girl. The
she was slowly sinking. The sand under water was almost up to the swelling of
her seemed to have no firmness. She tried her breasts against the yellow silk blouse.
to reach the opposite bank, but managed She looked bedraggled and scared, her
only to free one leg from the sticky ooze hair hanging wetly down her cheeks.
and place it ahead of her. But her other He shook out a loop and threw it to her.
leg seemed trapped in a spongy vise. She “ Drop it down under your armpits,” he
was caught in an awkward position, and directed. “ Now take hold of the line with
floundered in a desperate attempt to free your hands. That’s it. Hold tight!”
herself. Her efforts pulled her off-balance The girl held on. Slowly, with Goldy’s
and she fell face-down in the water. The leg muscles bunching, they hauled Miriam
mud oozed up between her fingers, and Hudson from the bog.
she had the horrified vision of being Hatfield dismounted swiftly and went
trapped face-down in less than a foot of back to where she lay, too exhausted and
water. limp even to sit up. He shook the rope
She managed to straighten, her face free of her and cradled her in his arms,
stained by the muddy water. She was in pushing her hair back from her face with
up to her middle now, and it was then a gentle hand.
that she screamed, loud and panic-strick “I’m mighty glad I happened along,
en. ma’am,” he said.
The longhorn wrinkled his nose and Reaction set in and Miriam began to
36 TEXAS RANGERS
tremble. Her fingers clutched at his strong hope.” Miriam laughed. “ I left him in a
arm and she buried her face in his coat. bearish mood.”
After a while the Lone Wolf said softly: He laughed at her. They rode at a clip,
“Easy, now. You’re all right.” the steeldust keeping pace with Goldy’s
Miriam finally got control of herself. distance-eating lope.
Aided by the Ranger, she got to her feet. It was late afternoon when they
She looked at the bog and shuddered. reached the Big Crown.
“ If you hadn’t come along— ” Then, turn King was just coming from the bunk-
ing to look up at her rescuer, her eyes house, crossing the yard on his way to the
widened. “ Why, you must— must be the ranchhouse, as they turned through the
man from Vanishing Wells,” she said in a gate and cantered for the tie post in front
surprised tone. “The man who so peremp of the house. He stopped, his face showing
torily ordered my father and his riders his surprise and dismay at Miriam’s ap
home.” pearance.
“ Dad, this is— ”
E SMILED, his face sunny and gen She turned helplessly to the Ranger,
H tle. “And you— you must be King
Hudson’s daughter.”
her face flushing.
“ Hatfield, Miss Hudson. My friends call
She nodded. “ Other than myself, no me Jim.”
one else has ever treated Dad so. Now”— “Jim Hatfield, this is my father.”
she smiled mischievously— “ after seeing “ We’ve met,” King growled. He turned
you, I can understand it.” to her, his face worried. “ What happened
He picked up her hat and placed it on to you, Miriam?”
her head, tilting the brim down over her She told him. King turned to Hatfield
eyes in a teasing jerk. “ I’ll get your and held out his hand.
horse,” he said. “ Looks like I owe you a good deal, Mr.
A few minutes later he returned, Hatfield.”
mounted on Goldy, and leading the steel- “ I was glad to be of service to a King’s
dust. daughter,” the Lone Wolf said gallantly.
She swung up into saddle, “ I was Miriam laughed. “ Why don’t you two
headed for Bueno Padre,” she explained. sit on the porch,” she suggested, “while
“ But in this condition— ” I change into something cleaner.” She
“ I was riding to see your father,” he wrinkled her nose. “ I must look a sight.”
said gravely. They took her suggestion and she dis
“ Not to order him around again, I appeared into the house. Hudson seemed
THE ADVENTURES OF
IT S M E L LS GRAND IT P A C K S RIGHT
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 37
a little uncomfortable. He had not for out he’s been gone for some time. He’s
gotten yesterday’s incident, although in not at the B-in-a-Box.”
his heart he knew that this tall, direct man “ Good riddance,” Hudson snarled un
had probably saved his life. sympathetically.
“ I came to talk to you about Godfrey “ Good riddance to whom?” Miriam said,
Brant,” Hatfield said bluntly, settling into coming onto the porch with a pitcher of
a porch chair. iced lemonade and glasses on a tray. She
Hudson frowned. set the tray down before them. She had
“ What about Brant?” made a quick change to a house dress,
“ I heard what you told Estes,” Hatfield combed her hair. She made a pretty and
said. “ Something about Godfrey threat appealing picture.
ening you about water.” “ No one worth bothering about, Miri
“ He didn’t get away with it!” Hudson am,” Hudson growled.
growled. “ I was onto his little game be “ I’m sorry you feel like that,” Hatfield
fore he was half through. Two weeks ago said, unsmiling. He got up. “ Godfrey
that was. Came riding down here, bold Brant is a friend of mine.”
as you please. Started talking about some “ He’s no friend of mine,” Hudson an
scheme to divert the waters of Payoff swered stiffly.
Creek. I told him to go to hell.” Miriam said, “ Please, Dad— ” then
“ Maybe he had a good idea,” Hatfield looked up at Jim Hatfield.
suggested. “You should have heard him He smiled. “ I must be getting along.
out.” Thank you for the lemonade.” He looked
“ I don’t deal with Ryan Estes’ stooges,” down at Hudson, who was still frowning.
Hudson snapped. “ Brant bought that “ I hope you’re not mixed up with God
worthless spread up in the Mirages from frey’s disappearance,” he said. He turned
Estes, and he didn’t fool me with this talk. and went down the steps to Goldy, touched
He’s fronting for Estes in an attempt to his hat to the disappointed girl on the
blackmail me. I don’t blackmail, Mr. Hat porch, and swung into saddle.
field. I’ll ride my men up to Mirage Val Out on the trail, he said to the sorrel,
ley and run him out of the country if he “ But I’m not sure of that at all, Goldy.
tries anything!” He sure is an ornery-tempered cuss,
“ Are you sure you haven’t already?” plumb set in his ways. And if he thought
Hatfield asked softly. Godfrey was out to get him, I wouldn’t
“What do you mean?” put it past him!”
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the rifleman had the advantage of being
on his guard, and he obviously knew the
CHAPTER Y in
terrain better than Hatfield. In that case
it might take half a day to root him out.
Trouble at Payoff Creek
Besides, he had seen what he had come
for. Someone else had also realized the
possibilities inherent in that overhang,
HAT night Hatfield camped out on and were guarding its approaches until
T Big Crown range. He had decided to
ride back to Vanishing Wells by way of
some opportune time of their own choos
ing.
the Padres and Mirage Valley. He wanted The Lone Wolf nodded grimly. “ I’ll be
to get a good look at the point where back, fella,” he muttered, and turned
Payoff Creek swung away from Brant’s Goldy away.
valley and came down into this country Two hours later the ancient river bed
instead. funneled him into Mirage Valley. One of
He was up early and riding. By mid- Taylor’s windmills creaked thinly in the
morning he was high up in the rough small breeze, its pump bringing up a
country of the Padres. He had followed trickle of water that dripped into a small
Payoff Creek until it had flowed into a wooden trough. Two half-wild steers with
rocky gorge, then he had to swing away Godfrey’s B-in-a-Box iron on their hides
from it. But he kept as close to the rim were muzzling the trough.
as the terrain would allow. He rode past, heading for - the ranch.
He was riding across a granite ridge When it came into view he was surprised
when he came to the fault in the gorge. to notice the faint trace of smoke coming
A wide canyon cutoff stopped him. Off from the chimney.
to his left, hidden behind the lip of the “ If that dirty-faced hombre tells me
main gorge, the creek roared and boomed. again he’s Godfrey, this time we’ll go
He studied the layout, noticing that this round and round, Goldy,” he growled.
canyon cutoff showed traces of water He rode on into yard, his coat open,
marks. The stones in its rocky bed were giving him easy access to the twin Colts
worn smooth. riding his hips. He dismounted in the
Some subterranean upheaval, ages ago, yard and looked toward the house.
must have folded part of the granite floor A young man with a determined frown
up into a barrier across the creek chan came through the door, holding a rifle as
nel, diverting over and into the other though he knew how to use it. This
gorge. The great gray mass of rock hung stranger said, “ Looking for someone,
out over the ancient river bed, like some fella?”
mammoth table.' Hatfield said, “Yeah— a man named
The bullet made a sharp, whining sound Godfrey Brant.”
ricocheting off the rock beside Goldy It The young fellow’s eyes hardened.
left a gray splotch on the hard surface “What for?”
Hatfield was sliding down on the off Hatfield looked at the rifle. “ Put that
side of Goldy when the second shot came, thing down and I’ll tell you.”
plucking at the crown of his hat. “ Damn “My name’s Jeff Brant,” the rifle bearer
good shooting,” he muttered. Then Goldy, said grimly. “ I belong here. You talk,
running like a scared jackrabbit, put a and then if what you say satisfies me, I’ll
rock outcropping between them and the put this thing down.”
hidden marksman. Hatfield grinned. “ You sound like an
Hatfield didn’t pull up until he was well ex-Ranger’s son, at that. My name’s Jim
out of range. He debated his next moves Hatfield.”
for just a moment. He could leave Goldy Jeff frowned. “ Seems I heard that
here and work his way back on foot. But name before.”
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 39
“ If you’re Godfrey’s boy, you prob used to write a lot about you. Y ou’re the
ably have,” Jim retorted. He walked Lone W olf!” Admiration shone over
across the yard, Goldy following docilely Jeff’s face. “ And to think I held a rifle on
behind him. you!”
Jeff said harshly, “ If you’re a friend of “ Other men have tried it before,” Hat
my father’s, prove it!” field said quietly.
Jeff dropped his rifle under his arm.
IM HATFIELD halted. There was “ Come in! Coffee’s on.”
something about this young fellow Jim Hatfield followed young Brant in
he liked, and he felt he was telling the side the house. Jeff had cleaned up. There
a TALL TEXA S T A L E ™
TALKING ABOUT STRONG MEN—
A MOS DIBBLE said, “ Strongest man I ever did see was a
gent up in Colorado one time. Had him a brim-full load
of silver ore on one of them big ore wagons, and when he gets
stuck in the mud so tight his four mules won’t budge that
wagon even a mite, he just up and crawls under the "axle,
balances it just right on his neck and shoulders, and lifts the
whole rear end of it over onto dry land.”
“ Talking Tom” Truesdale scowled thoughtfully. “ Seems as if you ain’t
never heard of my Grandpappy Truesdale from down in the Big Bend
country, or you wouldn’t go bragging about no such small potatoes as lifting
a little ore wagon. ’Course it wasn’t called the Big Bend country till after
Grandpappy got there and put that there crimp in the Rio Grande to suit
himself. He just-simply didn’t like straight rivers.
“ You take the Texas Longhorn, for instance. That’s a breed come out of
Grandpappy’s own strength and brains. They was mere ordinary horned
cattle till Grandpappy got tired of ’em poking their heads into his feed shed
one day. Yessir, he just went through his herd and stretched out every one
of their horns so’s they couldn’t get their heads through the door of that old
feed shed of his’ n.”
Amos Dibble grinned. “ Strong as he was, what ever kilt him anyway? Or
did he just natural die of old age?”
“ Nope, Grandpappy died in a fight. Got broke right in two by a feller even
stronger’n him. He’d of prob’ly give a better account of himself if it wasn’t
for the mountain he tipped over on himself by accident a couple days previous.
I ain’t so sure, though, because Grandpappy was really a Easterner come West,
a Kentuckian, and this here other feller was born and raised in Texas.”
truth. He decided to take the chance. was a pot on the stove and a wood fire
Slowly, so as not to give the other wrong burning, which explained the smoke he
ideas of what he was doing, he took the had seen.
silver Ranger badge from the secret pock Jeff brought out two cups and offered
et in his belt. * the Ranger a tailored cigarette. “ You’ll
“ Ranger Jim Hatfield,” he revealed, spoil me, Jeff,” he chuckled. And Jeff
holding the glinting, circled star up for grinned with him.
Jeff to see. “Your father wrote to Cap “I’m worried,” he said as he poured out
tain McDowell for help. I came to see the coffee. “ Dad wrote me to come right
what I could do.” away. I had an offer of a job with the
“Hatfield! I remember now! My father Mason Construction Company, a big Con
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cern in New Haven, Connecticut. But I ridges and down into Payoff Valley.
turned it down. I hadn’t seen Dad in near •He had strict orders to remain until
ly eight years.” the tall interloper who had killed Steve
Hatfield told him what he knew of his Gundar returned. And there was a bonus
father’s disappearance. Jeff hit his lips. of five hundred dollars waiting for him
“ Something’s happened to Dad! He when this job was done.
wouldn’t just ride off, knowing I was on The Ferret, as he was familiarly known,
my way here.” had made a comfortable living doing jobs
Hatfield frowned. “It’s possible that of this nature, and only the waiting irri
Hudson may have something to do with tated him. With the sun beginning to
it, Jeff. On the other hand, I don’t like the slide down the side of the western sky,
way Estes figgers into this.” He shook his he hunkered down on his runover heels
head. “ We’re stymied here until we can and began fashioning another ciga
force out into the open the hand of the rette. . . .
man behind your father’s disappearance.”
He got up and tossed his butt into the HE Lone Wolf let Goldy pick his own
stove. When he turned, he said, “Maybe
there’s ope way we can do it, Jeff. Listen
T pace down Mirage Canyon. ' His
thoughts had wandered back to Miriam
close.” Hudson, and he chuckled as he recalled
Jeff nodded. “ I’ll do it,” he said when the mental image of her as she had been
the Ranger had talked for a few moments. when he had pulled her from the bog.
He got up and walked to the small pantry. “ She’s a thoroughbred, Goldy. Too bad
“ You must be pretty hungry, Hatfield. her father has to be such an ornery cuss.”
Sit awhile, and I’ll rustle up some grub.” The sorrel’s ears waggled in approval.
He grinned cheerfully, “ You see I’ve ab “ Now if this gal and young Brant— ”
sorbed some of Dad’s lingo through his He pulled up suddenly, forgetting both
letters.” Jeff and Miriam. The canyon walls seemed
Jim Hatfield settled back in his chair. to be shimmering before him. “ Whoa!”
“ We’ll make a Westerner out of you yet.” he said in amazement.
When the Ranger was ready to go, Jeff A strange mirage was forming in the
walked out to the porch with him. “ I’ll pocket ahead of him. It was a double
be following you in an hour,” he prom image, the bottom half an inverted replica
ised. “ Good riding.” of the scene above.
Hatfield waved his hat. “ Hasta la vista, The men were riding toward a clump of
Jeff. . . .” granite spars that thrust upward like
Where the red cliffs began their step- tombstones. Two of them resembled the
back climb from the entrance to Mirage hardcases he had encountered on hj.s first
Canyon, a small, ferret-faced man with visit to the B-in-a-Box. He recognized the
a Chinese dragon tattooed on his left slovenly leader who had said he was God
wrist was perched on a ledge a hundred frey Brant. The middle rider, slumped
feet from the canyon floor. Butting out tiredly in saddle, had his hands tied be
his tenth cigarette, he cursed silently. hind his back. He was a stocky man in
He had been keeping vigil here since early his early fifties, perhaps, and though his
morning, and hunger and indecision hair was thinning, it was still a peppery
gnawed at his lean stomach. brown.
He had a Winchester on the rock beside Hatfield studied that fantastic mirage.
him, and his position had been carefully There was a shack in a small amphitheatre
chosen so that he had a clear view of both among the rocks, toward which the men
the Mirage Canyon trail and the stage were riding. The granite spars were like
road that here swung in close to the tow fingers sticking up into the sky. One of
ering cliffs before starting its wide swing them in particular caught Hatfield’s rapt
east and eventually negotiating the lower attention. Wind and weather had com
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bined in freakish sculpture to fashion a and straightened in his stirrups, a cold
rude cross on the top of one of the pinna fury working his arm. Although he didn’t
cles. know the ambusher, the man was in plain
The three riders reached the shack. The sight on the ledge above, and he slammed
two men dismounted and hauled the other a shot into the small figure before the man
down. As they started for the shack the could duck back out of sight. He saw
scene dissolved, shimmered into nothing the fellow jerk at the impact of the .30-
ness, leaving the colored walls of Mirage caliber slug, and pulled trigger again.
Canyon stark against the sky. The Ferret doubled. His rifle slid from
Hatfield shook his head wonderingly. his relaxing fingers and came clattering
“ Goldy, that wouldn’t happen again in a down the cliffside. He followed it, drop
thousand years. But I’ll swear that was ping limply, to bounce like a rag doll on
Godfrey Brant those jaspers took to that the debris below.
shack1”
ATFIELD raced the sorrel past the
He had to know. He’d wait for Jeff
in town, and have young Brant describe H body, throwing only a cursory
glance at the killer. He slid out of saddle
his father. Better still, he’d check with
Miller. The lawman knew Godfrey. by Miriam’s side.
He started Goldy into a run. The girl was sitting up. The fall had
He was coming down the last stretch of jarred her, but otherwise she was unhurt.
the canyon trail where the walls gave way Hatfield helped her to her feet, relieved
abruptly to the level flatness of the semi to find her unharmed. “ Well, well,” he
desert, when he saw a horseman appear gibed gently. “ Can’t you stay on a horse,
on the stage road ahead. He drew up Miss Hudson?”
sharply, scanning the figure with keen She was still shaken, however. “I—I
gaze. saw that man on the cliff and when he
“Well!” He grinned. “The King’s fired at me, my horse pitched.” She red
daughter. Let’s catch up with her, Goldy!” dened. “ This hasn’t happened to me in
Goldy leaped ahead at the touch of his ten years, Mr. Hatfield, believe me.”
rider’s heels. And that sudden start saved “ I do.” He smiled. “ I’ll round up your
Hatfield’s life. horse. We may as well ride together.”
When she had mounted, she asked hesi
A bullet made a high whine past his
tantly, “That man who tried to kill you— ”
head. Hatfield slid sideward and down
“ Will not be ambushing anyone else,”
alongside Goldy’s glistening barrel, In
Hatfield answered grimly.
dian style, slipping his rifle free as he
She made no further comment until
did. The Ferret’s second shot took a bit
they came into sight of Vanishing Wells.
of cloth from thp Ranger’s shoulder.
“My father will be furious,” she said then,
The Ferret stood up for a better shot, “ when he finds I’ve disobeyed him and
cursing grimly. He hadn’t seen the girl come here.”
coming down the stage road, his attention Jim Hatfield shrugged. “After what
having been focused on Hatfield. Now happened, I don’t know as I blame him.”
her sudden scream as she saw him, star
tled him. He swung around and fired
down at her without even taking time to
see who it was. CHAPTER IX
His slug burned a path across the steel-
dust’s rump. The animal’s front legs went “ Find My Father!”
up into the air, then its hind legs, and
Miriam Hudson left the saddle. She land
ed on her hands and knees in the middle in g H u d s o n ’ s pretty daughter
of the road and the impact stunned her.
The Lone Wolf slid back into saddle
K and the tall stranger who had cre
ated such a stir in Vanishing Wells, rode
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, into town together. Estes saw them ride urable before.
down Mesa Boulevard and cursed softly B a t e s s t a m m e r e d , “ But—but I
as he went back into the Casino. thought— ”
Miriam Hudson had turned in to the “ Good day, Mr. Bates,” she said, and
rack in front of Alpert’s Mercantile, with went on into the store. . . .
Hatfield beside her, when Melvyn Bates Jeff Brant came riding into Vanishing
came up to greet her. He was neatly Wells an hour later. He came into town
groomed, and when he doffed his hat packing the Ferret’s body across his sad
Hatfield noticed his hair was neatly dle. Some of the citizens followed him
slicked down. “ Good morning, Miss Hud down the street to the jail office.
son. M orning,,Mr. Hatfield.” Miller listened to his terse explanation.
Miriam looked at them with some sur “ Say it again—slow!”
prise. “ I see you two have met.” “ He was lying at the foot of the cliff,
Hatfield nodded. His eyes were prob at the entrance to the canyon trail,” Jeff
ing Bates’ face. “We discussed legal mat said evenly. “ Looked like he’d been shot
ters,” he explained shortly. off one of the ledges. His rifle was down
Bates was obviously uncomfortable and beside him.”
displeased that Miriam had ridden in with Miller was angry. “ Shootings! Bodies!
the Ranger. “ Sorry about what happened Things haven’t been the same around here
last night, Mr. Hatfield,” he said. He since that tall hombre came to town!”
didn’t mean it, and it showed in his voice. Estes pushed through the crowd that
“ I was pretty lucky myself. If I had lin had collected around Jeff and the lawman.
gered in that doorway a moment later I Bates was at his heels.
might have received that bullet.” “What’s going on, Miller?” he asked
“ I doubt it,” Hatfield said bluntly. authoritatively. “ Who’s been shot?”
Bates bristled. “ You don’t mean— ” “ The Ferret!” Miller snapped. “Looks
“ Anything I can’t prove,” Hatfield fin like he was just a mite too careless in his
ished thinly. “ Hope you have a pleasant potshooting this time!”
visit, Miss Hudson.” He touched his hat. Estes’ usually bland face was grim.
His dismissal of Bates was obvious, and “ Who’s this?” he rasped, jerking a thumb
the lawyer flushed. at Jeff.
Miriam looked after Hatfield’s depart Jeff eyed him with an amused grin.
ing figure with growing curiosity. “He “ Name’s Jeffrey Brant.”
doesn’t like you, does he?” “ Godfrey’s boy?”
Bates shrugged. “ Some hardcase pass Jeff nodded. “ I rode in to tell you I’m
ing himself off as a gentleman.” He told taking over the B-in-a-Box, Deputy Mil
her what had happened in the lunchroom. ler. Until my father either shows up, or
“ Obviously he thinks I may have had his body is found.”
something to do with his getting shot at.” “ Wait a minute, young fellow!” Estes
Miriam looked closely at this man, no snapped. “ Godfrey’s a friend of mine.”
ticing for the first time the ruthless set He turned to the deputy. “ Are you sure
of his mouh. And she felt a twinge of this is Godfrey’s boy?”
doubt. “ Did you ?” she asked bluntly. “He produced enough evidence to suit
“ Now, Miss Hudson!” He flushed. me!” Miller snapped.
“ I think I’ll go now,” Miriam said ab Estes looked Jeff over. “ Well, it’s too
ruptly. bad I have to break the bad news to you
Bates moved up beside her. “May I now, son,” he said thinly.
have the pleasure of seeing you while “ What bad news?”
you stay in town? Go riding, perhaps?”
“ I—I don’t think so,” she said, and STES didn’t answer right away. He
wasn’t quite sure why she turned him
down. She had found his company pleas
E turned to the lawyer standing slight
ly behind him. “ Bates, get that bill of sale
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from your office.” lie! I will swear to the legality of this
Miller was suspicious. “ What you driv paper in any courtroom.”
ing at, Ryan?” Jeff turned back to the lawman. “ Fun
The Casino owner shrugged. “ I didn’t ny, ain’t it, Miller, that no one has seen
want to bring this out right away. Not my father since that day he presumably
until Godfrey either turned up or, if he sold out to this gentleman!”
has been killed, his body is found. I knew Estes’ voice was icily smooth. “ I told
if I showed his bill of sale around, I’d be you he said he wanted to clear out. Then
accused of being responsible for his dis again, he had five thousand in cash on
appearance.” him. Someone else may have got wind
They waited until Bates showed up, a of it and— ”
folder tucked under his arm. Miller looked “ That’s too pat,” Jeff snarled. “ Maybe
at Jeff’s grim face. “ Maybe w e’d better you can make that paper stand up in
talk this over inside my office.” a court of law, Mr. Estes. But you’re go
They followed him into his cubicle and ing to have to run me off the B-in-a-Box.
Miller closed the door on disappointed I’m staying!”
faces. He looked at Estes. “ Now let’s hear “ I’ll give you until the end of the week
what you’re talkin’ about,” he snapped. to clear out,” Estes countered coldly. “ If
Ryan Estes took the folder from Bates you insist on your foolish stand, then we’ll
and extracted a sheet of paper from it. have to kill you!” He turned and put
“ Two weeks ago I went up to see how the bill of sale in his pocket. “ Good day,
Godfrey was getting along11” he explained. Mr. Brandt,”
“ I found him discouraged. We had words Miller walked to » chair and sat down.
and he claimed I had tricked him into “ Looks like he holds the joker, son.”
buying the place when I knew it was Jeff shook his head. “I’m not giving
worthless. I offered to buy the place from up the B-in-a-Box that easily, Miller. I’m
him. He jumped at the chance. I rode going to find my father—or his body!”
back to get Bates and next day we closed He stamped out of the office and turned
the deal. I gave him five thousand, cash, down the walk, still too angry to notice
for the B-in-a-Box.” where he was going. A girl stepped out
Jeff was grimly suspicious, “ Let me see of the store before him and he collided
that bill of sale!” with her. She staggered, and dropped one
Estes placed the paper on the deputy’s of her purchases, and turned on him, her
desk. “ Keep your hands off it while you face an angry red. “ Well, do you always
read!” he warned harshly. stomp your way down the walk, young
It was a legal paper, all right, witnessed man?”
by Bates and Lepage. Godfrey Brant’s He smiled at her flushed face. “ I’m
signature was attached to it. sorry, miss. I should have been looking
Miller glanced at Jeff. “ That your fa where I was going.” Then, noticing that
ther’s handwriting?” the package had come undone, he bent
Jeff nodded, tight-lipped. “ Looks like down to pick it up for her. A pair of tiny
it.” shoes had fallen out and he picked them
Estes sneered. “ That’s Godfrey’s sig up and grinned as he held them out to
nature, all right. You can compare it with her. “I hope the little one is a boy, ma’am,”
any other document with his name on it. he said respectfully.
This paper’ll stand up in any court.”
“ Like hell it will!” Jeff said angrily. IRIAM HUDSON gasped. “ These
“How do I know you didn’t force my are not—for me. They’re for a
father to sign this? Those witnesses don’t friend of mine who— ”
mean anything. Obviously they are your “ I’m glad to hear that,” Jeff said, grin
men!” ning. “ My name’s Jeff Brant.”
“ That,” Melvyn Bates said loudly, “ is a “ Godfrey Brant’s son?” Miriam asked,
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still feeling flushed. His easy manner dis “ But proving it in court is another story!”
turbed her, caused a strange flutter inside Hatfield said, “ I've got a hunch your
her she couldn’t still. father is still alive— and that I know
He nodded. “ You know my father?” where he is.” He explained the mirage
“ Not too well, I’m afraid,” she answered, he had witnessed in Mirage Canyon,
getting control of herself. “ He had some and he carefully described the captive
trouble with Dad. I’m Miriam Hudson, he had seen being taken to the shack.
King Hudson’s daughter.” “ Sure, that’s Dad!” Jeff affirmed ex
“The King’s daughter,” Jeff said, his citedly. “ They must have got scared
grin matching the light in his eyes. “May when you showed up looking for him,
I call you Princess?” and moved him somewhere else. But
She laughed. “ If you wish, Mr. Brant.” where?” He shook his head. “ There’s a
“ I’m Jeff,” he said. “ Back in school they lot of country around here. Those rocks
used to call me Fadeaway Brant.” you saw could be anywhere.”
Miriam found herself enjoying this. She “ They’re a pretty unusual formation,”
was also conscious that Melvyn Bates was Hatfield said, frowning. “ Someone in
watching them from his office. “ You look town may be able to help us.” Then he
substantial enough, Jeff. Why the nick shook his head. “ It’s got to be someone
name?” we can trust, though. If we asked the
“ Oh, I was on the school track team. wrong man, and it got to Estes’ ears that
Had a habit of making a last sprint in we were asking, we’d never find your
the half mile.” He helped her with her father alive.”
packages. “ May I see you again, Miss Jeff paced the small room. “Estes has
Hudson?” us licked with that bill of sale. With
“ Princess?” she teased. Lepage and that lawyer Bates swearing
He nodded. to the sale, they can make it hold water
“I’m riding home, by way of Bueno in any court. W e’ve got to find my fa
Padre, tomorrow morning,” she suggested. ther!”
He touched his hat. “I’ll ride with you, “ We’ll start on that in the moaning,”
then.” Hatfield growled.
He watched her go down the walk,
feeling strangely elated for a man who
had just lost a ranch. “ Nice country,”
he said to himself, and he was whistling CHAPTER X
by time he reached the Mirage Hotel.
Fight in the Tombstones
Hatfield was waiting for him in the
lobby. Jeff followed him to his room up
stairs and watched while the Ranger went
to the window and drew the shade. The OUNG Brant and Jim Hatfield over
sun had gone down behind the Mirages
and the purple dusk was a fluid thing,
Y took Miriam Hudson on the stage
road just outside Vanishing Wells. They
seeping over the dingy skyline of Vanish had left the hotel early, picked up break
ing Wells. fast in the same lunchroom where the
Hatfield listened quietly as Jeff recount Ranger had been shot at, and headed for
ed Estes’ move. “ It worked.” He nodded Miller’s office. But Miller was either still
thoughtfully. “ It brought the wolves out asleep, or he was out, so Hatfield had de
into the open. There’s no longer any cided to ride with Jeff to the B-in-a-Box
doubt who’s behind your father’s disap and start their search from there.
pearance. And it’s a cinch your dad didn’t Jeff had forgotten about riding with
willingly sign away title to the B-in-a- Miriam, but sight of that trim figure on
Box!” the road ahead sent a pleasurable antic
“ I know he didn’t!” Jeff said angrily. ipation through him.
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Miriam looked back and reined aside knowing better than to argue with a wom
as they approached, her smile touched an when she took a stand as Miriam was
with surprise. doing. i
“ I didn’t know you knew each other,” Late in the afternoon they halted on
she greeted. the edge of a rock-strewn slope that
Jeff looked quickly at Hatfield, who looked down on the badlands. The “ tomb
nodded gravely. “ We met yesterday. Miss stones” dotted the slope below them, sev
Hudson. You get around some yourself, eral square miles of fantastic rock fingers
I see.” that gave the aspect of a graveyard to
Miriam smiled again. “Perhaps too the country below.
much, I’m afraid. My father has always The Lone Wolf studied the rocks. This
worried about my riding. But I’ve never was the scene he had seen in that strange
been afraid. I love this country, and I mirage, these were the rocks into which
love to ride.” Godfrey had been taken. He reached in
Jeff said to Hatfield, “ Maybe Miss Hud side Goldy’s saddle-bag and brought out
son would recognize those rocks you a pair of strong field-glasses.
saw in that mirage.” Jeff said anxiously, “ It won’t be easy
Miriam was immediately curious. “ What to ride down on them without being spot
rocks? ” ted. And if they see us— ”
Hatfield explained. He described in de Hatfield shrugged. He had picked out
tail the place he had seen in the mirage, the rock with the cross-shaped top,
and added, “ We’re sure the man they marked its location in his mind. “ They
brought to that shack must be Godfrey won’t!” he said grimly. He replaced the
Brant. The two men with him must be field-glasses in the saddle-bag and slipped
toughs hired by Ryan Estes. I recognized his rifle from his saddle-boot.
both as two of the men I had seen at the “ Take care of Miriam,” he told Jeff.
B-in-a-Box the other day.” Jeff was reaching for his rifle. “ I’m com
“ I’m glad my father isn’t mixed up ing with you!” he protested.
with this,” Miriam said, relieved. “ After Hatfield shook his head. “ Stay here
what you said yesterday, I—” with her. Just in case someone we don’t
“I wasn’t sure, until today,” Hatfield expect shows up.”
said gently. “ In town here Estes was “ There’s two of them down there with
known as a friend of Godfrey’s, whereas my father,” Jeff argued. “ I can’t let you
your father made no secret of the way he go alone.”
felt about him.” But Hatfield was already gone, slip
Miriam said, “ I understand. And I’m ping down that rock-strewn slope with
glad I can help. I think I know the place the lithe grace of a stalking Apache. Jeff
you’ve described. I’ve done a lot of rid turned helplessly to Miriam Hudson.
ing around this country in the past few “ What can you do with a man like that?”
years. I’d say those were the Tombstones. “ Like him,” Miriam answered softly.
They’re a bunch of granite spars that dot She was staring down the slope where
the country down in the bad lands east of Hatfield had disappeared, her eyes shin
the Padres. A long ride from here.” ing. . . .
“ Think you can direct us to it?” Hat
field asked. ATT MAYES, the chunky man who
“I can lead you to it,” the girl insisted. had passed himself off as Godfrey
She saw the look Jeff shot at the Ranger Brant, flung his card hand against the
and repeated stubbornly, “I ’ll) not be left cabin wall and stood up, his impatience
out of this. It’s the least I can do, and breaking into unchecked curses. Turn
I promise to be no trouble.” ing, he snarled at the limp figure of God
Hatfield glanced at Jeff and saw no op frey Brant, lying on a cot against the far
position to Miriam there. He shrugged, wall.
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“If we don’t get the word today, I’m cabin interior, his Colt lifting clear of his
going to dump him, Lefty,” he said sav holster when a rifle slug cuffed him rough
agely. “I didn’t hire to play watchdog ly against the door jamb.
over this old coot!” Lefty reached the door with drawn Colt.
Lefty Allen, the other hired gunslinger He got a good look at a pair of green eyes
shrugged. He was a skinny, untalkative over a rifle muzzle— and it was his last
man who had grown up in an outlaw camp look at anything on earth. He fired twice
and had followed that way of life as a —the first slug kicking up dirt in front of
matter of course. “ They told us to move his boots, the second screaming skyward
him out here and wait for further orders. as his knees buckled and his Colt tilted
Far as I’m concerned, that’s what I’m upyard.
getting paid for.” He fell sideward against Mayes, partial
Mayes kicked a box out of his path. He ly blocking the doorway. Mayes was al
walked to the cot where Godfrey lay with ready dead.
his back to them. Godfrey’s temple had a Hatfield stepped past them. He found
nasty gash which had bled a lot, staining Godfrey Brant stirring on the cot. The
his face and his shirt. He was breathing man was in a daze. He tried to fight
raggedly, his face pale and gaunt under a Hatfield off, and didn’t seem to under
week’s stubble. stand when the Ranger told him who he
He had made a break for it this morn was.
ing, right after they had untied him to Jim Hatfield quit talking. Brant
let him eat, and Mayes had laid the side Weighed all of one-eighty, but he hefted
of his Colt across his head. the man easily on one shoulder and left
“ Probably cracked his skull!” Lefty had the shack. He found three horses pick
said unsympathetically. eted behind the cabin and mounted one
Mayes pulled Godfrey over on his back. with Godfrey Brant across the saddle.
The ex-Ranger’s eyes flickered open. He The sun streamed brightly into that
tried to sit up, his lips moving. “ Damn clearing as he rode away, reflecting from
your stinking hides!” he gasped. “You’ll Matt Mayes’ wide, staring eyes.
pay for this!” Twenty minutes later Hatfield rode up
Mayes shoved him roughly against the the slope where he had left the others.
wall. He walked to the door and slammed Jeff came running to meet him, his
it open, venting his displeasure in physical strained face breaking with relief. Hat
violence. He stood in the doorway, star field dismounted and eased the ex-Ranger
ing at the bright sun on the high rock down.
shafts enclosing the small clearing. Lefty “ This your father, Jeff?”
got up and methidically began picking up Jeff nodded, a lump in his throat. Mi
the cards which Mayes had slammed on riam knelt beside the barely conscious
the floor. man. “He’s hurt,” she said. “ He needs
A shadow slipped between two rock the attention of a doctor.”
columns. Mayes eyes caught a glimpse of Godfrey’s eyes flickered. He stared up
the man and went suddenly alert, flinging into Jeff’s concerned face, and recognition
his unfinished cigarette to one side in a eased the pain lines around his mouth.
rapid gesture. “Jeff— my boy— ”
“ That you, Deacon?” he called. Hatfield said gently, “He’ll have to be
The shadow reappeared, this time step taken to the B-in-a-Box. It’s nearer than
ping boldly out into the clearing. Mayes Vanishing Wells, and he can’t stand a
had a good look at the tall, broad-shoul long ride, Jeff. You and Miriam take
dered man and swore as he reached for care of him while I head for town and
his Colt. get a doctor. With Goldy under me, I
“ Lefty!” he yelled in alarm. He was should be joining you at the B-in-a-Box by
jumping back for the protection of the tomorrow evening.”
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ODFREY reached up a hand for Jim at the rail, and went inside, walking down
Hatfield’s. “ Y ou’re the Lone W olf!” the empty barroom to the door marked
he said. “ I was hoping McDowell would “ .”
p r i v a t eEstes was behind his desk,
send you.” He tried to raise up. “ I wrote waiting for him. A half-dozen hardcases
Bill I’d— ” were standing along the wall, evidently
Hatfield. “ Rest easy, Godfrey. I’ll see having been called in for a pow-wow.
you later, when you’re stronger:” Ryan Estes nodded with relief when the
Godfrey’s voice was laced with fight. Deacon came in. He got up and held out
“ Get Miller, too. There’s things I want the box of cigars he’d had on his desk.
to tell him— about Payoff Creek. About Sellars took two, dropped one into his
Estes’ plan to ruin the Big Crown.” He shirt pocket, and stuck the other in his
swore weakly. “ If that mule-headed jack mouth. He did not immediately light it.
ass at the Big Crown had listened to me Estes had not passed the cigar box to
when I rode down to see him— ” any of the others in the room. He dropped
Miriam colored. Jeff put a hand on his the box on his desk and sat down, look
father’s shoulder. ing up at the Deacon.
“ This is King Hudson’s daughter, Dad,” “You know about Steve?” he asked.
he said. “ If it hadn’t been for her we The Deacon nodded. He never mingled
might never have found you.” with any of the other gunmen, and he
Godfrey turned his gaze to the girl. stood apart now, while the lesser toughs
“ Begging your pardon, miss, but your fa fidgeted uneasily. None of them ever felt
ther is a mule-headed— ” He eased back, comfortable with this sad-faced man
his anger spent. “ Get Miller, Jim,” he said around.
to the Ranger. “ There’s dynamite under Estes ran over what had happened in
Table Rock, and two of Estes’ men guard quick, harsh tones. “ That’s the whole of
ing it.” it, Deacon. This hombre comes to Van
Hatfield nodded as he swung up on ishing Wells and in three days he’s put
Goldy. “ I’ll get him. Rest easy, God Joe out of commission, killed Steve and
frey. . . .” the Ferret and” —his lips curled as he
The Deacon arrived in Vanishing Wells glanced at the men against the wall—•
the next morning. He rode in slouched “ scared hell out of the rest of the boys!”
in saddle, a nondescript man in dusty Bert Lepage shifted uneasily. “ He ees
black garb; a man who might have passed one bad hombre, thees man, Deacon. I
for some range tramp. The Deacon cared saw heem when he heet Steve.”
little for looks, nor was he overly con “ Who is he?” the Deacon asked tone-
cerned with a gunman’s pride, as Steve lessly.
Gundar had been. He was a cold-blooded “ The name on the hotel register is Hat
professional wh'ose .45 was for hire, and field—Jim Hatfield.”
he had sharpened that skill much as any The Deacon stirred then. His eyes wid
man in a less grim business tries to ened a trifle, and a strange look hung
sharpen his ability in his particular field briefly in their pale depths. Then it was
of endeavor. gone and his eyes were sad again, with
They said many things of the Deacon. no other expression. “ Hatfield!” he mur
That he was an unfrocked minister. That mured. “He must be the man!”
he had been a respectable man until the Estes frowned. “Who is he, Deacon?
night he killed his wife and her lover. Someone you know?”
But they were stories that were whis “ Not socially,” the Deacon replied drily.
pered—no one knew the truth, not even “ But he must be that Ranger they call
Estes. And no one had ever been intimate the Lone Wolf.” His smile was a slow,
enough with the Deacon to ask about his wry thing. “ I’ve been wanting to meet up
past. with him a long time, Ryan. For personal
He reined in before the Casino, tied up reasons.”
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Estes had slumped back in his chair, said quietly, holding the badge out for
his jaw slack. “ The Lone Wolf!” He took Miller to see.
a handkerchief out of his pocket and Miller’s eyes widened at that silver sym
wiped his brow. “ That explains a lot of bol of law and order throughout Texas.
things, Deacon.” “ Hatfield— the Lone W olf!”
The gunman shrugged. “ You sent for Hatfield nodded. “ If there’s a doctor
me, Ryan. To do a job. This one I’ll do in town, get him ready to travel.”
for nothing.” “ D oc?” Miller mumbled. “ For w ho?”
“ Godfrey Brant. He should be at the
B-in-a-Box by now. He’s hurt.”
Miller stumbled after him as he turned
CHAPTER XI
away. “ When did you see G odfrey?” he
asked. “ How did he get hurt?”
Gunslinger Finish
“I ’ll tell you about it later,” Hatfield
answered grimly. “ After I see the Dea
con!”
YAN ESTES stared. This was the Miller halted in the street, Goldy’s reins
R Deacon. Hell, not even the Rangers
could stop this man! The thought was in
loose in his hand. He saw the Ranger
reach the corner of Mesa Boulevard and
him, reassuring him. He licked dry lips. turn toward Mirage Square. Where .the
“ I’m not waiting, Deacon. I called you Deacon was waiting. And only then did
to town because Hatfield’ll be coming back the lawman notice the cold sweat com
here. But the boys and I are leaving, right ing down his furrowed cheeks.
now. I’m riding to Table Rock and set The Deacon was sitting on the edge of
ting off that charge that’s going to break the boardwalk in front of the Casino
King Hudson. And we’ll leave Godfrey when Hatfield rounded the corner of Mesa
Brant’s body around so that the blast will Boulevard. He was leaning against one
be laid to him.” His face twisted with a of the awning supports, a nondescript
deep, undying hate. “I’ll have the Mirage figure of a man whittling on a piece of
Ranch, Deacon— and if it’s the last thing pine wood.
I do I’m going to ruin the King!” Hatfield walked halfway down to the
The Deacon took a match from his pock square before the Deacon got to his feet.
et and lighted his cigar. His face showed The outlaw got up without hurry, tossing
nothing in the strong flare. the wood aside with a careless gesture,
“ You can forget Hatfield,” he assured. and faced the tall man coming to meet
“ I’ll be here when he comes!” him. He didn’t move. He watched with
Hatfield came to Vanishing Wells be out particular interest.
fore noon. Miller intercepted him before Hatfield noticed the laxness in the man
he turned Goldy down Mesa Boulevard. and a touch of respect found a spot in
The lawman came limping toward him, his him. This man lived up to his reputation.
worried face drawn taut, No false bluster, no loud words. The
“ The Deacon’s in town!” he cried as the Deacon was waiting for him-r—and there
Ranger pulled up. “ He’s waiting for you in was no need to yell out why.
Mirage Square!” The Deacon kept his silence until Hat
Hatfield grinned. “ You look worried, field was within twenty feet of him. Then
Miller.” he looked squarely into the Lone W olf’s
Miller’s lips pulled back against his greenish eyes and smiled coldly. “It was
teeth. “ That’s the Deacon, man!” he said a long wait, Hatfield!”
jerkily. “ He’s not like the others. He’s— ” No other warning. Just those six words,
Hatfield reached inside the secret and then a blur of movement as the Dea
pocket of his belt for his Texas Ranger con struck for his guns in the fastest move
badge. “I’m Ranger Jim Hatfield!” he of his life! At that he got his guns clear
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 49
of leather. His first bullet kicked up dirt of this! I’m not turning back this time
at the Lone W olf’s feet— and that was the not for you nor”—he looked at Hatfield,
only bullet he fired. his lips thinning to hard, bloodless line—
He seemed to fold inward, gently, as “ for anyone else who thinks he can horn
Hatfield’s slugs smashed into his stom in. I’ve come to finish a job I started in
ach, four inches above his belt buckle. Bueno Padre, when I ran that mangy pole
For a brief instant his pale eyes regis cat out on a rail!”
tered shock, a vast surprise, a dawning “ Keep your shirt on, King!” Miller in
unbelief. Then they rolled upward until terrupted coldly. “Estes ain’t in town!”
only the yellowish whites showed, and he The King leaned forward in his saddle.
fell in a loosely curled heap in the dust “ Maybe he isn’t in town, Miller!” he
by the Casino. snapped. “ But he knows what’s happened
to my daughter. She didn’t get home last
ATFIELD walked slowly up and night, and I dropped by the Grady house
H looked down on the Deacon, his Colt
still smoking in his fist. “ You were good,
to see if she was still there. Dorothy
said Miriam left there yesterday morning
Deacon,” he said with grudging admira to come home.” The King’s face was dark
tion. Then he turned away, ignoring the with long-held rage. “ Damn it, Miller,
stunned and silent witnesses beginning this time that tinhorn’s gone too far!”
to edge into the square. “I said keep your shirt on!” Miller in
Miller was waiting for him at the be terrupted again. “Estes hasn’t, bothered
ginning of Mesa Boulevard. Hatfield could your daughter.”
see the shock in the lawman’s eyes. It “ You— ” Hudson was livid.
would be a while yet before Miller could “ Miller’s talking sense, King,” Hatfield
believe what he had just seen. cut in quietly. “Your daughter’s all right.
“ Where’s Estes?” Hatfield asked grimly. Nothing’s happened to her—yet! But if
“ Rode out a few hours ago,” Miller we stand here wasting more time, some
answered slowly, his mind only half on thing may happen.”
the question. “ Took a half-dozen of his “ Where is she?” King demanded harsh
gunnies with him, and Melvyn Bates. They ly, swinging on the Lone Wolf.
were headed for Mirage Valley.” “ At the B-in-a-Box by now, I reckon,”
Hatfield tensed. “ We’ve got to stop Hatfield replied. “ With Godfrey Brant,
them, Miller! Miss Hudson and Jeff are and his son, Jeff.”
up there now, with Godfrey! If those The King spluttered. “ And you say
wolves break in on them, they’ll try to she’s all right! You mean she was kid
finish the job they started with Godfrey!” naped! I’ll have Godfrey strung— ”
Miller snapped out of it. “ I’ll get sad “ Shut up!” Hatfield cut in grimly. “ And
dled right away! And try to round up for once in your life, listen! . Listen to
some kind of a posse. W ell need every what I have to say before you start throw
gun we can get.” He swung around, his ing your weight around!”
eyes shuttling to the group of riders who “ Who in hell are you?” Hudson snapped
came pounding around the corner into angrily.
Mesa Boulevard. A big group led by a Hatfield showed him his silver star,
determined King Hudson! backed by the authority of the State of
Hatfield suddenly chuckled. “ Looks Texas. “ Jim Hatfield!” he answered.
like there’s our posse, Miller. And just “ Texas Ranger.”
in time!” Hudson stiffened. Behind him one of
King Hudson pulled up before Hatfield the Big Crown riders murmured, “ The
and the lawman. He was grim and anx Lone W olf!”
ious-faced, and the riders behind him There wasn’t a man there who hadn’t
were armed and serious. heard of the legendary exploits of this
“Miller!” he rasped harshly. “Keep out tall, green-eyed man now standing grim-
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faced before them. And there was awe in Hatfield mounted Goldy. “ They rode up
their faces. Mirage Canyon, King. And they’re head
Miller was grinning at the look on King ed for the B-in-a-Box. There’s only Jeff,
Hudson’s face. The big man had settled your daughter and Godfrey up there,
back in saddle, the wind taken out him. and Godfrey is bad hurt. We better ride,
“ That’s right,” tltfe deputy said flatlv. boys!”
“ And Hatfield’s taking charge here. He They left in a body, Deputy Miller
just killed the Deacon— in an even break! up front with Hatfield and King Hudson.
You hear that, King? The Deacon’s body They rode without talking, each man oc
is lying out in front of the Casino, in case cupied with his thoughts, oblivious to the
you don’t believe me!” natural beauty of this vari-colored canyon
that led up to Mirage Valley.
ING HUDSON nodded dumbly. In Miller was an exultation he had not
Hatfield’s grimness relented a lit felt in years. He rode straight, his shoul
tle. “ If you had listened to Godfrey, that ders pulled back, the lines of bitterness
day he came to see you, instead of jumping somewhat softened by the glow in his eyes.
to conclusions, you could have saved He had lived with the threat of the Dea
everyone around here a lot of grief. As con and Steve Gundar a long time, and
it turned out, Estes got wind of what God now it seemed as if a heavy hand had
frey discovered up at Payoff Gorge— been lifted from his shoulders.
mainly a way of dynamiting Table Rock In King was concern for his daughter,
so that Payoff Creek would be diverted and a respect for the tall, quiet-voiced
back into its old stream running through stranger who had come to Vanishing Wells
Mirage Valley. and taken over. One man—yet he had
“ Godfrey didn’t want to do it that way,” bucked the guns of the killers who had
Hatfield continued. “ That’s what he wrote held the whole country in subdued ter
to his son, who had just received an en ror, and had aged Sheriff Winters faster
gineering degree at an Eastern college. than the years warranted.
Godfrey thought there might be a way Strangely, in Hatfield’s thoughts at this
to blast down a dam that would split the moment, was the memory of the girl who
waters of Payoff, send part of it through had ridden in the stage with him to Van
the old Mirage River bed while leaving ishing Wells— a memory softened by
enough to flow through the original chan thoughts of what might have been. Then
nel. Payoff runs more water than you the iron in the man came through, and
need anyway. Every spring it overflows he forced the thoughts from him. There
down around that bog region where your could be no room in the Lone W olf’s
daughter rah into trouble.” hazardous life for a woman.
Hudson was quiet, listening closely. They emerged into Mirage Valley, and
“Estes had Godfrey kidnaped. He now they heard the faint far-off popping
forced Godfrey to sign a bill of sale, giv of guns. The sounds came from the di
ing the B-in-a-Box back to him. They rection of the B-in-a-Box!
planned to hold him captive until the “ They’re holding*out down there, looks
rumors they spread about Godfrey selling like!” Miller muttered, and looked back
and pulling out of the country had become to the rest of the posse coming up behind.
accepted. Then they’d kill him and dump “ I hope we’re not too late!” Hatfield
the body— ” muttered grimly, and sent Goldy forward,
King muttered grimly, “ I should have letting the golden sorrel run now without
strung that polecat up!” holding him to the slower pace of the
“ Maybe you’ll still see him swing,” Mil others.
ler growled. “ But right now we’re wasting The King tried to keep up with that
time. They’ve got a two-hour start on flashing sorrel. His cream stallion was a
Morgan, and it had a heart to match its
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body. But slowly, surely, Goldy pulled crawl to Hatfield.
away, leaving Hudson and Miller behind, He died in the dust of the yard, pawing
trailing dust. the earth slowly.
Hatfield slid his rifle from his saddle Hatfield swung around, in time to hear
scabbard, and he was riding steady in his the main body of the men who had been
stirrups when he came down on the B-in- trailing him hit the group by the corrals.
a-Box. He was a good quarter of a mile There was a brief, intense fight. And then
ahead of Hudson, and the others were it was over.
strung out behind. Hatfield met King Hudson and Miller
in the center of the yard, and together
thev went up the ranchhouse steps.
Jeff opened the door for them. A grim
CHAPTER XII
faced Jeff with a cut on his cheek, a
handkerchief making a rough bandage of
Dynamite at Table Rock
his left hand. There was a rifle in his
right hand, and Miriam Hudson was just
behind him, smudged face smiling as she
VEN before Hatfield came within saw the scowl on her father’s face. God
E close range, he had located the lines
of fire. Estes’ men seemed to be concen
frey was on a cot under one of the win
dows, his rifle across his lap.
trated around the corrals and the bunk- The Big Crown boss let out a growl of
house, firing across the yard into the relief.
ranchhouse. Godfrey chuckled. “You got a daugh
Two men, however, suddenly broke into ter you can be proud of, King. More’n
sight, riding low in saddle, heading clear I can say for her old man.”
of the ranch, spurring for the distant “ Why, you old mossheaded sheepherd-
break of the old Mirage River gorge. er!” King bellowed. “If you weren’t— ”
Hatfield swung wide of the corrals. A Hatfield cut in drily, “ There’ll be plenty
man whirled and cut down on him, the of time for that, you two. From what I
bullet making a high whistling past Hat make out, you’ll both have a lot in com
field’s ear. The Ranger fired once and mon soon.” He was looking at Miriam,
the man jerked and fell backward. who was standing close to Jeff, and even
King noticed the look in her eyes. He
Lepage was making a run for the rear
shrugged, knowing when he was licked.
of the ranchhouse, a gun in his fist, when
“ Two of them got away while I cut
Hatfield, swinging wide of the corrals,
around the corrals,” Hatfield said. “ One
came into view. The killer turned and
of them looked like Estes. Who was the
flattened against the ranchhouse wall, un
other?”
protected by gunfire at this point, his lips
pulling back in animal snarl. “ It was Bates,” Miriam answered. “ I
saw him when he followed Estes.”
His shot was quick, and lead scoured
a burning path across the back of Hat “ Then they’re headed for Table Rock,
field’s left shoulder. The Ranger slid for King!” Godfrey Brant warned. “ He won’t
ward and left Goldy’s saddle, letting the stand to gain anything now, by blasting
sorrel run clear. He landed on his feet Table Rock. Not for himself. But he’ll do
and Lepage’s lead plucked dust from un anything to break you. And if they’ve
der his boots. Then he whirled, steadied. set that charge right— ”
The muzzle of his rifle spouted its deadly Hatfield was already headed for the
messengers of death, and Lepage was door. “ I’ve a score to pay off up there,”
pinned against the wall, like a butterfly he said shortly.
on cardboard. He died hard— still shoot Hudson swung on his heel. “And I’ve
ing, without aim, triggering until his last got a job to finish. Take care of her,
shot was gone. And even then he trifid to son,” he said to Jeff as he swung by.
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Miller limped in, his right leg a bloody gaze shifting from the rock wall up ahead
mess. One of the Big Crown men was to the narrow trail which a horse could
supporting him. “Reckon I’m out of the negotiate to the rim. His two men should
finish,” he said harshly. “ But I’ll be here, be there, waiting.
waitin’ for you, Hatfield . . He swung in toward the trail and
glanced back. The two dots which had
YAN ESTES flung a savage glance outdistanced the main group of pursuers
R over his shoulder. Far down the
length of Mirage Valley horsemen were
had disappeared. The others were still
far behind. He tried to imagine what
trailing them, small dots in the distance. had happened and swore with sudden
Bates was riding at his stirrup, the poised fear. Bates was still in saddle of a horse
veneer stripped from the lawyer, and fear that was about to give out.
twisting his smooth face out of shape. The two guardians of the dynamite un
Estes sneered. The game had been der Table Rock appeared on the rim, rifles
twisted out of his hands by one man— in hand. They saw Estes’ blowing horse
a tall, green-eyed man who rode with the come hunching up the steep trail and one
law of the Texas Rangers behind him. of them came down part way to meet him.
All he had stood to win, all he had built “ Fire that fuse!” Estes yelled to him.
up so carefully in Vanishing Wells, had The man paused. He pointed down the
been destroyed within a week. There was river bed to Bates. The lawyer was now
one thing left. One last kick-back before on foot, running toward them. ,
he made his getaway over the Padres. Estes slid off saddle. “ Fire that fuse!”
The two men he had sent to do the job Now the man shrugged. He ducked back
had planted enough dynamite under Table from the rim. Estes climbed up, puffing,
Rock to cave in the entire rock wall to stand beside him. He turned to look
holding the waters of Payoff Creek from down into the old river gorge, and there
entering the Mirage River bed! was no feeling in him as he stared down
It would be a parting blow, but it would at Bates’ tiny, running figure.
leave the Big Crown ranges to dry and Then the blast rumbled like a violent
wither. And eventually it would ruin the earthquake. It was a heavy, sullen roar
man who had humiliated him by running that shook the cliff he was standing on.
him out of Bueno Padre. Table Rock shuddered. Cracks appeared
He looked back again to see that the in the gray granite, tears appeared all
two foremost dots had cut down on their along the Payoff Creek gorge.
lead, separating themselves from the big For a moment, above the pall of dust
ger group behind. “ Hatfield!” Estes and smoke. Table Rock seemed to remain
snarled. He had recognized that golden standing. Then the entire wall dissolved,
sorrel as the Hone Wolf had borne down and the waters of Payoff Creek, running
on the B-in-a-Box, and he guessed now deep and swift here, rushed through the
that it was the Ranger who was coming break, carrying boulders and debris down
up rapidly behind them. into the ancient river bed.
Bates gave a sudden cry. His horse had Down below them the tiny figure of
stepped into a hole and nearly took a Bates paused. The man seemed to freeze,
tumble. It began to run now in limping staring toward that wall of water and de
fashion, beginning to fall behind. bris, hurtling toward him. Then he moved,
Bates screamed at him. “I can’t make running with what seemed pitiful slowness
it!” toward the cliffs hemming him in.
Estes didn’t even look back. He no The waters reached him, washed over
longer had need of the lawyer. Let Bates him.
take care of himself now, if he could. Far down in the valley the oncoming
He was racing down between the nar riders veered abruptly, away from the
rowing cut of the old river gorge, his menace of that tide that would soon be
SECRET OF DRY VALLEY 53
slowed and harnessed into its old channel. waters of Payoff Creek. The fault in the
One of the dynamite men spoke to opposite wall had given in, opening a new
Estes. “ Look, Ryan,” he said, frowning. channel into Payoff gorge. The swollen
“ Something’s gone wrong.” river at this point broke and flowed into
“ It went wrong a long time ago!” a two gashes, diminished in volume, but
cold voice cut in. “ It started to go wrong still enough to supply the needs of both
when you kidnaped Godfrey Brant, the Payoff ranges and Mirage Valley.
Estes!” “ Godfrey gets his water anyhow,” King
growled.
HE three men on the rim whirled. Hatfield shrugged. “ Looks like it’s go
T Estes froze, his breath catching in
his throat. “ Hatfield!”
ing to be all in the family.”
The King turned, startled. “ You mean
Hatfield came up from between two my daughter, and Godfrey’s boy— ”
boulders, hands swinging easily above Jim smiled. “Jeff 11 make a good son-
holstered guns. Behind him walked King in-law, King.”
Hudson. Hudson shook his head. “ It’s not that
One killer swung his rifle about in a I mind the boy,” he grumbled. “ But that
desperate move. Hatfield’s first slug mule-headed, fire-eating father of his— ”
knocked him off-balance. He fell against Hatfield chuckled. “ Y ou’ll have plenty
Estes and his threshing weight spun the of time for that. Right now it’s time we
gambler around. Estes teetered on the got back.”
rim for a moment, making a desperate The Lone Wolf stayed overnight at the
attempt to regain his footing. The other B-in-a-Box and left the next morning. The
man was still stumbling blindly from the King and his daughter, with Jeff and
shock of Hatfield’s slug. He lurched up Godfrey, waved good-by from the ranch-
and fell back into Estes and both went house veranda.
off the rim. “ Tell Bill McDowell I’ll be ridin’ down
Estes screamed as he fell. to Austin one day soon, Jim,” Godfrey
The remaining gunhand hoisted his called. “ To collect my bet.”
hands high. “I know when I’m licked, The Lone Wolf grinned, remembering
Ranger!” he said sullenly. the soiled piece of headgear Captain Mc
Hatfield disarmed him. Then he and Dowell wore. “I’ll tell him,” he prom
Hudson looked down on the new river ised.
flowing through the gap blasted by the The sun was bright on the walls of
dynamite. Hatfield pointed. “ That’s what Mirage Canyon as he rode, a tall, broad-
Godfrey meant, King. He had looked the shouldered man on a golden sorrel.
ground over carefully, and I guess he saw Godfrey Brant chuckled. “ King,” he
the fault in the opposite wall. It gave said, turning to the Big Crown man, “ let
way just as he had expected.” me tell you something about the
The blast had not diverted the entire Rangers— ”
WARPATH
By JACKSON COLE
RIVATE Yndelecio Sepulveda eased It was a warm morning for February
P his heavy musket to his left shoul
der. It was much too big for him. If it
in New Mexico. The day before, thunder
had rumbled steadily to the south in the
was not for his size he would be with his Rio Grande valley. It was peaceful in
brothers in the First New Mexico Volun San Elizario. The original inhabitants had
teers facing the advancing Confederates all fled months before from the threat of
near Fort Craig. He sighed as he reached the Apaches. There was none to keep them
the end of his guard post before the head in check now that the white men were
quarters adobe of Captain Stannard’s In busy fighting each other.
dependent Company of New Mexico Yndelecio paced slowly to the end of
Militia. his post. This was not war. He had thought
A streamer of dust had been growing to ride into battle with his two elder
on the southern horizon for over an hour. brothers, Pedro who was a sargento, and
He calculated he would be able to shift Porfirio, who rode as orderly for Kit Car-
his musket once more before riders ham son, commanding the First New' Mexico.
mered up out of the Jornado del Muerto. But they w'ere both big men for their
OLD MAN GRAIL didn't need a renegade son like Mike to pull his
chestnuts out of the high-blazing range fire. Not much he didn 't. . .
CHAPTER I
Prodigal Son
HE ROCKING, jolting grind of the were caked with blood, and Mike Grail
T big Murphy wagon had been going
on forever, it seemed to Michael Grail.
felt faint and light-headed. But the worst
thing had been losing his horse and saddle
Waking or dozing, the relentless bumping gear and carbine, and coming back to
motion was there, stabbing through the Cheyenne in this condition.
stiffened agony of his right side. It wasn’t “ That damn Rentlen,” he thought. “ I
a deep wound. The bullet had torn the should have burned him down when I
flesh and glanced off the ribs. A painful had the chance. Dutch’ll never rest until
nuisance more than anything else, unless he gets me, or goes under himself. But
the ribs were broken. I kind of like the kraut head. He’s been
His shirt and the bran sack beneath him after me so long, he’s like an old pal.”
62
Mike spun into his left-handed draw
Mike Grail hadn’t intended to come a severe one, with heavy cattle losses on
back this way, but the teamsters who the Wyoming ranges, and the Diamond G
picked him up had been heading for must have suffered along with the rest.
Cheyenne and he’d had to go somewhere The feud with the Whipples would be
before Rentlen caught up with him. going on as usual. But the old man could
He wondered how his father was get take care of himself, and he had Mike’s
ting along on the Diamond G, and felt brother, Kirk, Fergus, the foreman Hal-
again that pang of guilt and regret for acy, and a good crew on the ranch. The
having run away from home. Not that the Major didn’t need a renegade son like
Major, old Micah Grail, needed him or Michael.
anyone else. Still last winter had been Shifting on the sacks of grain that filled
64 TEXAS RANGERS
the hooded wagon body, Mike Grail every generation, one with the wildness
gulped brackish water from his canteen in him.”
and felt for his shell belt and guns in the Then the noises and lights of a settle
darkness. Moonlight shone faintly on the ment were around Mike in the rainy
canvas, and night sounds came dimly night, and he knew it must be Cheyenne.
through the retching groan of axles and There was no joy in being there, merely
rattle of wheels, the creak of wood and a relief at having the journey ended.
leather. When the Murphy stopped in the freight
“ We ought to be hauling into town,” yard, Mike climbed carefully and stiffly
Mike thought. “ Rentlen won’t look for over the tail-gate and dropped into the
me in Cheyenne, because he knows I’ve mud, pain jarring through him. Buckling
sworn never to come home. I wonder if on his guns he limped around to the
Fran Whipple is married yet, and who front, thanked his benefactors for the ride,
her husband is, if any.” and moved slowly toward the street and
Doc Weafer’s.
T STIRRED him, as always, to recall
I the pure proud beauty of Fran’s deli
cate carved face. The high broad brow
The rain seeped through his filthy cloth
ing and blurred the lamplit windows and
street lights. The weather had driven
with the rich brown hair curled above it. people indoors, and Mike Grail was satis
The great amber eyes, fine straight nose, fied not to be seen and recognized at once.
wide full mouth, the firm rounded chin Weafer came to the door with a book in
and jaws, the flawless throat. And her his hand, a spare stooped man with a
strong supple body, slender and lissome, balding head and a dour expression, seem
with an ample depth at bosom and hip. ing less surprised than Mike had antic
Fran Whipple, a queen among her swinish ipated. “ So you finally got here, young
money-grubbing brothers and cousins. Of Michael? And you’re shot already.”
them all, only Lance looked and acted “ It didn’t happen here.” Mike smiled
human. warmly. “ You sound like you were ex
The moon glow faded on the hooded pecting me, D oc?”
top, and a rising wind beat gustily at the Weafer blinked at him strangely.
canvas. Rain came with it, light and pat “ Come in and get out of those wet clothes.
tering at first, then settling into a steady Are you carrying any lead, M ike?”
drumming downpour. Some homecoming, “ No, it glanced off the ribs. Nothing
Mike Grail thought. Wounded, and in the bad, Doc.”
back of a freight wagon. No horse, no “ It doesn’t have to be bad to get in
gear, nothing but the clothes on his back fected. Haven’t you seen anybody in
and his guns, and a thinly lined money- town?”
belt. “ You’re the first one.”
Depression settled over him. Is seemed “ Then you don’t know, I take it.”
as if his whole life had been wasted, was Weafer sighed and shook his narrow shiny
pointless and futile. Everything he’d ever head, scowling fiercely.
done was wrong. Old Micah Grail’s sec “Know what, Doc? Is it—the M ajor?”
ond son, a worthless fiddle-footed drifter, “ The Major’s all right,” Weafer growled.
a wild one and a bad one. A career “ You didn’t know your brother Kirk was
devoted to drinking, gambling, fighting, going to marry Fran Whipple?”
and wenching. Yes, and even law-break Mike grinned bleakly. “ No. I was won
ing, on occasion. dering if she’d married anybody yet.”
Well, the Major had a good son in Kirk, Weafer splashed whisky into a glass.
a good daughter in Helen. They were “ You look as if you needed this, son. And
some compensation for the ne’er-do-well if you didn’t, you will. I don’t like to
Michael, the Unholy Grail, as the Major break this kind of news, Michael. It’s
once called him, saying: “We have one in your brother Kirk.”
THE UNHOLY GRAIL 65
Mike’s gray eyes narrowed and his Lying on his back with Doc working
mouth tightened, the high cheekbones and over him, a strange sequence of disjointed
strong jaws standing out sharply under thoughts flickered through the numbness
the bronzed coppery-stubbled skin. of Mike’s mind. It was as difficult to
“ K irk?” realize that Kirk was dead as it was to
“ He’s dead, Mike.” conceive of the Diamond G on the verge
of ruin. Kirk, the solid reliable rocklike
IKE G RAIL’S wide s h o u l d e r s one. The Diamond G, the largest and
sagged, and his high rangy frame finest spread in this part of Wyoming.
seemed to shrink, horror and disbelief in It started the fury blazing in Mike
his sun-squinted eyes. He was silent for Grail, to think of long lank weasel-faced
some time, and the doctor suffered along Josh Whipple shooting Kirk down. And
with him. Lance, the handsome, polished and debo
Finally Mike spoke, hoarse and low: nair Whipple, presuming to pay court to
“The Whipples?” Helen Grail!
Weafer nodded. “ It was a fair enough The first Whipple had come West on
thing, though. Josh called him.” the same emigrant wagon train with the
“Josh Whipple’s a gunfighter, Doc,” first Grail, Mike’s grandfather, but they
said Mike Grail. “ Kirk was never much were worlds apart in background and
of a hand with a gun.” breeding and blood. In 1843, that caravan
“ Well, that’s the way it was, Michael.” had been bound for Oregon, but Jeremiah
“ Over Fran?” Grail liked the looks of this Wyoming
“ In a way. They said if Lance Whipple Territory. Staking his claim on Horse
wasn’t good enough to marry Helen Grail, Creek, Jeremiah had bought cattle, gath
then Kirk wasn’t going to marry Fran,” ered up mavericks and strays, and
“ Lance? Has that Lance been courting founded the Diamond G, later trail driv
Helen?” Mike’s gray eyes were ice-cold ing his own longhorn herds up from
and hard as steel, and his reddish-brown Texas.
head had a fighting thrust. The Whipples, townsmen and traders,
“Trying to, I guess.” settled in Cheyenne, building up various
Mike swallowed the whisky and mercantile businesses, prospering and
laughed, harsh and hollow. “ The family’s multiplying. But wealth never made the
gone to hell. Even worse than I have, Whipples equal to the Grails. The Whip
Doc— How’s the Major standing it?” ples were nobodies with a shrewd knack
“ Head up, gallant. The way you know for making money. The Grails were real
he would, Mike. But he’s backed to the quality. There was always envy and
wall, and the wolyes are closing in. His hatred on one side, and aloof contempt on
losses ran close to fifty per cent last win the other.
ter. It was the worst one this range ever The Whipples became big men in this
saw.” frontier country, but never big enough to
“ You mean the Diamond G ’s on the drink with a Grail nor cross the threshold
rocks, D oc?” Mike asked through his of the Diamond G. Yet the Whipples
white teeth, corded muscles squaring his were many, breeding like rabbits, accord
lean jawbones. He was stripped to the ing to the Major, while old Micah and
waist now, broad shoulders and chest young Mike now were the only Grails
tapering in to trim flat hips, long arms left on the masculine side.
rippling smoothly with muscle. A blood- “ It’s a good thing I happened back this
crusted scarf covered the wound on his way,” Mike thought. “ For once in his life
right side. the Major may need me, and for once in
“ Close to it, son,” said Weafer. “ Stretch my life I may be of*some use to him.”
out on that table, and let me quit talking Old Noah was the head of the Whipple
and get to work here, young Michael.” clan, a beaked vulture with a down-
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turned mouth, greedy, glittering eyes, try to draw against Josh or Lance or any
and taloned grasping hands. He had body else until that side heals.”
three sons. Thin towering Joshua re “I can wait, Doc,” drawled MikeJJrail.
sembled his father facially, was notorious “ And I can use the left hand, if anybody
ly expert with guns, and had killed Kirk presses me.”
Grail. Branch was squat, broad and burly,
a neckless big-headed bull of a man.
Lance, the good-looking one, had a poise
and grace that made him alien in that CHAPTER II
family, and a flair with firearms which
nearly paralleled Josh’s. He and Frances, The Fugitives
the daughter, had inherited their mother’s
beauty and charm.
OC WEAFER kept Mike there over
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and Tench edged away on either side.
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“Where’s Josh?” asked Mike, his throat whirled into the tall batwing doors, clawed
aching dry and cold shivers threading his at them, and fell outside on the slat walk.
spine. But Fergus had hit Fruin once, Mike
“ Around somewheres.” Wallont ges hit him again, and Flicker was down on
tured carelessly, his moon-face beaming his knees at the base of the counter, the
pleasantly. “ He told us to take care of ■snarl of a cornered rat on his peaked face.
you boys. Will you have a drink first? Bowing over a brass cuspidor, he spilled
Or do you want to die dry?” Blubber it as he stiffened out with a jerk and lay
might have been discussing the weather still in his blood and the oozing filth. In
with intimate friends. He was fairly fleeting seconds it was all over.
bubbling with jollity, a good-natured,
easy-going fat man with a perpetual grin. IKE GRAIL slammed out through
As harmless looking as a character could the swing-doors and dropped on his
be. As swift and deadly as Josh Whipple knees beside Fergus. The stocky foreman
himself, or nearly so. was unconscious, had a smashed shoul
“ Never mind the drink.” der, but he would live.
Mike faced Wallont in the center. On Mike was straightening up when a bul
his left, the stolid Fergus stood against let burred past him and raised a fountain
Flicker Fruin. At the right, lank, lean of wood fragments and dust. The boom
Halacy smiled into the smoldering blood came from overhead, and was echoed by
shot eyes of surly Joe Tench. Three against a lower and nearer explosion. A scream
three, opponents singled out, the stage sounded above. There was the hurtling
set for a triple duel. Mike thought Halacy rush of a body falling, apparently from
could take the Indian, but he was afraid a third-floor window in the hotel, and the
Fergus couldn’t match Fruin’s speed. As sodden sickening smash of it striking the
for himself, he felt sure of beating the solid ground.
fat man. You had to be sure in this busi On his feet, every nerve flayed raw and
ness, or you were soon dead. jittering frenetically, Mike spun and
Wallont’s laugh was the gurgle of oil, stared at the broken shapeless corpse.
his hand a huge blurred streak. Mike Prosper Whipple, no longer suave and
Grail’s right wrist whipped, the Colt com slick and polished. Sniping from an up
ing up in that hand, leveling off and stairs window, typical of Prosper. Mike
leaping ablaze. The first shot by a frac turned to see who had picked off this
tional second. Moon-face stupid with Whipple, and came face to face with
surprise, Blubber Wallont rocked ponder heavy-shouldered square-jawed Dutch
ously back upon the bar, his bullet going Rentlen, the Pinkerton agent.
high, tugging at .the crown of Mike’s Mike reached for his holster, but Rent
hat. Heaving massively forward, Wallont len shook his head. Mike said, “ Don’t try
crashed facedown on the sawdusted floor. to take me, Dutch.”
Mike was already lining and letting go “ I don’t want you, Grail,” said Rent-
at Flicker Fruin, who had both guns out lea. “ Don’t flatter yourself. I’m after
and roaring. bigger game, boy.”
Flame lashed back and forth in the “ For instance?”
barroom, and blasting reports beat thun Rentlen waved at Prosper’s crumpled
derously at the walls and numbed the body. “ Investigating the Whipples. I sug
eardrums. Glass shattered, woodwork gest you ride for the Diamond G. I’ll take
splintered, and smoke wreathed the radi care of your wounded man and the dead
ant chandeliers. Halacy had put two .44 —and the town.”
slugs in Joe Tench, and the Indian had “ You. got him, Dutchman?”
turned and draped himself headlong over Rentlen nodded gravely. “ A pretty shot
the bar and was dying there. Fergus, hard too, for a hand-gun. The man you want
hit and flung backward by Fruin’s lead, headed for Horse Creek with his crew.
THE UNHOLY GRAIL 83
Y ou’d better hurry, Mike.” Doc Weafer, and the resultant turning of
“ Thanks, Dutch.” public opinion against them all. They
Mike spoke briefly to Fergus, hoisted hadn’t wanted to charge the Diamond G
Halacy from the foreman’s side, and this morning, any more than they had
started for the horses. An excited crowd wanted to move into Goshen Hole the
had gathered, and they had to fight their other afternoon.
way through the jammed surging ranks.
Albrecht and Tyroler were grumbling and OST of the defensive shooting was
swearing by the hitch-rail. done by the outposts, because the
“ They had us ringed in out here when enemy never got in real close. The Major
the shooting started,” Tyroler said. “ Four managed to get in a few shots with his
of ’em on us. They just melted away when Henry from the main house, but derived
they saw how it was going, and that big only a meager satisfaction from this.
jasper shot the one out of that third-story After the foot attack had been repulsed,
window.” he dispatched orders to the outlying rifle
“ It’s all right, boys,” Mike said. “ Ferg men to let them in next time, and then
got it in the shoulder, but he’ll pull slash them to pieces with crossfire. But
through. Now we’ve got some more rid there was no next time. The Whipple
ing to do. Josh Whipple took his crew force failed to mount another offensive.
out toward the Diamond G.” Joshua, seconded by Bloomer, railed
“Prosper would of had you sure, Mike, and blustered, pleaded and cajoled, to
if that stranger hadn’t knocked him off no avail. These mercenaries were through
that windowsill.” Albrecht shook his attacking.
blond head. “ Who is that big-shouldered “ There ain’t more’n a dozen men in
hombre anyway?” that whole dressed-up shebang!” Josh
Mike Grail smiled. “ A detective named Whipple said, the fury growing to mad
Rentlen. An old friend of mine . . .” ness within him. His long-jawed coyote-
The attack on the Diamond G came in face was livid with it, his strange pale
the early morning blackness between eyes shining like phosphorous in the dark.
moonset and dawn. The spread seemed “ That’s enough,” declared a rider named
to be deep in slumber, but the Whipple Pruett. “ Enough to hold that rockbound
riders ran into withering rifle fire when fort against a regiment of cavalry. Thirty
they started moving in. of us ain’t going to make even a dent in
Josh and Bloomer tried to keep the it.”
assault moving, but their hired hands “ They must of sent their best guns into
had little stomach for it. That position Cheyenne,” argued Josh. “ Blubber and
was too strong for even their superior the boys’ll take care of ’em there. And
numbers to carry. The ranchhouse was here’s this layout begging to be taken,
like a great stone fortress, and the Major if I only had men with me instead of
had stationed sharp-shooting outguards jackass rabbits!”
in strategic spots among the outer build “ It don’t act it to me,” Pruett protested.
ings. “W hoever’s in there can shoot pretty
The raiders made one attempt mounted fast and straight. And I ain’t so sure
and another afoot, neither getting any Blubber and them’ll ever take Mike Grail
where. With higher morale and spirit and his bunch.”
they might have infiltrated on foot, but “ Shut up!” rasped Josh. “ Shut up be
the gunnies didn’t feel that their wages fore you make me sick enough to shoot
warranted any such suicidal effort. you, Pruett. I must of been deaf, dumb
They had been uncomfortable ever since and blind when I put you on the pay
Mike Grail’s return to the South Platte roll!”
country. They were uneasy about Josh Pruett started to speak and stopped
Whipple since the cold-blooded killing of short, as hoofbeats floated up from Horse
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Creek. In a few minutes a lone rider, their mounts down the steep grade to
one of their men, called Okie, drew up ward the newly fenced-in water-hole and
on a foaming, jaded, half-dead cayuse. joined in the chase.
“ Dead, all dead!” Okie panted. “ Wallont The distance closed between the two
and Pruin. Tench and Prosper Whipple. pairs of horsemen ahead, and they opened
Dead, every one of ’em.” fire with their six-guns without lessening
“ See?” Pruett crowed. “ See what I the reckless pace. There wasn’t quite time
told you?” for Albrecht and Tyroler to cut off the
Josh Whipple drew and shot Pruett others. Josh and Bloomer were going to
out of his saddle, wheeled his own mount gain that rock-girt hummock, and it would
and dashed madly away into the darkness. be a dangerous and difficult task to get
Bloomer took off after him without a in there and smoke them out.
word. The others sat their horses and Josh was already bounding up the
looked dumbly at one another. After a incline toward safety, but Bloomer had
space somebody got down and threw the fallen back at the bottom, and Tyroler
dead Pruett across his pony’s back and threw a bullet into his laboring pinto.
roped him there. Then they started back The paint cartwheeled in a shower of dirt.
down the valley of the Horse, a stunned, Bloomer fell clear, rolling like an acrobat,
silent and beaten company, dragging along and came up shooting, but the blond
without aim or interest. Albrecht was driving in at him with .44
aflame. Bloomer jerked and twisted into
a leaning lunging run, tripped sprawling
over a rock and remained there without
CHAPTER VIII further movement.
Josh Whipple had vanished into the
The Damnedes Double Wedding pines by this time. Albrecht swung off to
make sure of his victim, and was nodding
with quiet satisfaction when the others
A R L Y morning mists still shifted and pulled up alongside. All they had to do
E hovered on the lowlands as the four
Diamond G riders mounted the long un
now was surround that wooded knob
and move in on Josh Whipple. Merely
even slope, passed through the dense a matter of time and patience.
gloom of a pine grove, and emerged on Josh knew this as well as they did.
that broad bench over Sioux Springs. Mike gave terse instructions, stressing the
Young Tyroler and Albrecht were well importance of not taking chances, and
ahead, with Halacy and Mike Grail bring they started to encircle the hump in order
ing up the rear. Mike noticed once more to advance simultaneously on all four
the bright growth ’of buttercups and ver sides. They had it boxed in, their horses
bena that had caught Fran’s eye the tethered in shelter, and were closing in
night old Reb Tarrant died. on foot, when Josh’s hoarse mocking
The boys in front had reined up to voice came out to them:
wait on the edge of the shelf when sud “ Come in alone, Mike! Just you and
denly they set up a cry and plunged me, kid. This is our fight, airr’t it? You
over the rim and out of sight. Spurring scared to stand up to me and settle it
quickly forward, Mike and Halacy saw man-to-man?”
them racing to intercept a pair of riders “ You’ve got all the cover in there, Josh.”
who were heading for the pine-shaded “ I won’t use it none. I want to get
knoll on which Tarrant’s cabin stood. you in the open.”
Josh Whipple was the first one, with “ Come out here,” called Mike. “ I’ll
Bloomer bucketing along behind him. take you alone, Josh. The others won’t
Mike’s heart lifted and swelled and started mix in.”
to hammer wildly. He and Halacy slid Josh Whipple laughed. “ I ain’t that
THE UNHOLY GRAIL 85
much of a fool, kid! Even if I win I lose, sage and stone gave way to the clean
that way.” fragrance of pines as he ascended. Within
“ No! If you beat me they’ll let you go.” easy revolver range now, Josh still stood
“You know better’n that, boy!” Josh motionles as an elongated statue above
laughed. him. “ He wants me,” Mike thought. “ If
“ Shut up then!” Mike yelled. “ W e’ll he can get me, he don’t care about the rest
all move in on you.” or what happens to him. A real killer,
“ I thought you was more of a man than Joshua. But I’ve got a lot more to get
that, Mike. I thought you had guts enough him for. A lot more to live for, too. Which
to fight your own battles. Your brother can be a disadvantage in a deal like this.”
Kirk didn’t cry for no help!” Josh pulled down his hatbrim against
That did it, of course. Mike shouted, the sun’s rising glare, and Mike moved
“ Stand out where I can see you, Josh, even slower to keep his pulse and his
and I’ll come up!” breathing as normal as possible. The little
“ Don’t he a fool. Mike,” protested things could make all the difference. He
Halacy. “ We’ve got him nailed down. You wondered which was worse, the waiting
don’t have to risk anything like that.” at a standstill or the walking uphill. Just
“ I want him myself, Hal,” said Mike as well to be walking, he decided, if you
Grail. “ I’ve got to get him myself. You didn’t hurry too much. Either way the
boys hold back until it’s over.” pressure was on you and increasing every
Josh Whipple stepped into view amidst second.
pine-darkened boulders at the crest, a Josh Whipple cracked first under the
towering lanky figure with long, loose intolerable strain. His draw was light
hanging arms and a grinning triangular ning and he was diving for shelter as he
face. Mike moved forward, striding fired downslope. The bullet clipped a twig
steadily up the brush-tangled rock-scat close to Mike Grail’s head, as he hit the
tered slope, his gray-green eyes fixed on dirt behind the nearest boulder, his own
his enemy. right-hand Colt leaping into his clawed
fingers. Pain stabbed the old wound in his
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OW, in two seconds after the back down to the w ood; the abrupt still
, marshal had spoken, Johnny ness at the playing tables along the wall
Battle was right back where he in back of him ; the silence and the wait
had been a year ago, and all the ele ing. Something good had ended for him
ments of this moment were remembered here, and its going left him hollowed-
ones: the way the two punchers down out and weak.
the bar stiffened and eased their drinks He made this summation of the mo-
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ment with an isolated corner of his was now. His blue eyes were grave and
mind, and then he turned to face the troubled, and his mouth, which could
big man wearing the star on his vest. smile easily, was drawn pretty grim at
With low bitterness he asked, “ How did this moment.
you find out, Cresson?” This was the end of the long hope for
“ Never mind. Just clear out of town Johnny, that long hope for the future
as fast as you can.” And the wray Cres that was forty years— forty years of
son bit it off left no limiting conditions living in the same place with Janie,
attached. among the same people who would ac
In the sober stiffness of the faces in cept and respect them both. Working
the bar, Johnny saw that they expected at the same business, going to the same
defiance from him. It was a part of church, and watching his children begin
the formula in this warped pattern of lives of their own. Forty years of doing
violence, but he could not find it. In ordinary things in an ordinary way,
stead, he presently murmured, “ What if until he and Janie had done their share,
I don’t go?” and, one night during sleep, would
“ Then I’ll see if what they always said peacefully become one with the vastness
about you was true. Johnny Battle, bah! and the mystery which spread above
Johnny Good-by— the fastest thing on them and this land. Now, that could not
the draw since Bill Bonney.” Cresson’s be.
slate-grey gaze grew fine and specula
tive. “ I often wondered about you,
Good-by— and where you went when A Scame
JOHNNY turned, the bartender
forward, poured a drink and
you dropped from sight.” set the bottle down. “ On the house,” he
Johnny heard the words, but he was said quietly. “ I’ll buy for Johnny Good-
thinking what a fool he had been to by any day.”
believe that he could leave the past He was an old man with a saddle of
down his back trail. You rode over a white hair brushed across a bald spot.
hill, and there it was— ahead of you. He had come west with the railroads.
You hid, and it relentlessly searched He had been a friend of Johnny’s since
you out, permitting no amends, demand the day Johnny had come to town. Now
ing settlement in full of all accounts, he shook his head sympathetically.
even if they must be paid with another’s “ You fooled me, kid. Runnin’ your
happiness. saddle shop, puttin’ money in the bank,
“ I haven’t worn a gun since I’ve been goin’ to church— not much like the fel
here,” he said earnestly. “ That’s all done low' I heard about.”
with.” Johnny refused the drink with a wry
“ It’s no use, Good-by,” Cresson smile. “ Sure, Frank,” he said. “ I was
growled. “ The town doesn’t want your smart! I fooled everybody but myself.”
kind.” “ You oughtn’t to have talked to that
“ Maybe they don’t want the kind I Texas boy who trailed up yesterday,”
was,” Johnny said. “ But you don’t fool Frank said. “ For that matter, you were
me. What you mean is that Janie Hard a fool to settle down at a rail-head.”
ing doesn’t want your kind.” Johnny knew that, had known it since
Cresson colored slowly, but his con the day he rode into the dusty, false-
trol was an even, continuing thing. He fronted main street of Medicine Hat
said, a bit thickly, “ You’ve got until over a year ago, with the fiery fracaso
sundown. If you’re here when the sun of the Sherman City hold-up behind him,
goes down, you’ll be dead when it comes and A1 and Joey Compton dead and the
up again.” He stared at Johnny, then gang split up. Medicine Hat was a long
wheeled and strode toward the door, way from Sherman City. But seeing the
shouldering his way out into the street. saloons and honky-tonks stretching
Johnny Battle watched the swing away from the railroad, up toward the
doors oscillate and grow still. He was center of the town, he knew that he
a slim, red-haired kid whose good- couldn’t off-saddle here for long. The
natured face sometimes looked twice his trail herds would bring men who knew
twenty-odd years, and one o f those times of Johnny Good-by.
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Yet, somehow, the days had piled up “ She’ll take it hard,” he told Frank
as he waited. He was dog-weary of bitterly. “ Why wouldn’t Cresson let this
flight, of crouching in caves or thickets ride? It’s her he’s trying to hurt, be
while the posse went by scant yards cause she turned him down. He’s spread
away while his heart hammered in his lies about her ever since we started
throat. And other things had come over going together.”
h im : the awakening memory of simpler Frank shook his head. “ You see this
things out of a lost boyhood, aroused by all wrong. Cresson has his own rep. He
what he saw north of the saloons and was hired to clean up this town because
dance halls: children romping before he could fade most of the tough ones.
nice houses, the music of an old song at Now they’re dead, and he’s alive. A
evening, the church steeple white man who plays that kind of a game
against the sky, the choir singing a has got to be faster on the draw than
hymn as he lingered past the church on anyone else. You can’t stay here and
Sunday. These things had gripped him not face him. He’s got to find out.”
and made him hate to move on. And so, “ Oh, gosh,” Johnny groaned. “ The
finally, he’d put his guns away, bought last thing I’d do is give him trouble.
the harness shop and started going to You know the town doesn’t feel the way
church, trying to forget the past, and he does.”
looking into a new future. Then he’d “ Listen, kid,” Frank said deliberately.
met Janie, and the future took on a “ When you walk out that door, you’re in
specific shape. a place you’ve never seen before. They’ve
“ I settled here because 1 liked it,” he got their fears, too. They hired Cres
told Frank. “ And I talked to that kid son to keep out people like Johnny
because he was a friend, once.” Good-by.” Then he saw the shadow cross
“ I know.” Frank swabbed morosely Johnny’s face. “ I’m just tellin’ you this ,
at the bar. "That’s why Cresson killed because I’m your friend.”
him. Of course, the kid was a little Johnny didn’t say anything. He
drunk, but he got to telling the marshal stared moodily at the bar, while inside
how there was a man in town could fade him, hands beat wildly at stone walls.
him with a log chain on his wrist.” He Frank studied his troubled face and
shrugged. “ You understand, the kid presently said, “ You don’t have to leave
didn’t mean to harm you.” town just because he told you to.”
“ I understand,” Johnny said, almost “ No,” Johnny said bittej-ly. “ I can
savagely. kill him and then run for it again. Or
The measured ticking of the clock I can let him make a sieve out of me. A
came through the silence. Frank said fine thing for Janie, either w ay!”
musingly, “ Everybody in town’ll know
by now. How about Janie?”
The thought pinched Johnny’s insides. THE barkeep’s gaze turned toward the
window. Riders were passing up and
She had accepted him for what the town down the street, pedestrians clumping
believed him to be— an honest, right along the plank walks. Straight across
living man, and on the strength of that the way a Mexican boy was sweeping
fact they had tried to open the town to the litter from The Trail, readying for
her, too. But dance hall girls were not the night’s business. But here in the
considered much, even though they coolness of Frank’s saloon, the sun
worked in the deadfalls as an alterna baked heat of the street seemed far
tive to starving. And so they had taken away.
the snubs and the vacant stares as they “ The sun drops behind the Medicines
sat together in the congregation, and at about six,” Frank said musingly, and
Janie had tried not to show the hurt. his glance went up to the clock. Johnny’s
“ Some day they’ll know,” she often told gaze followed. Four fifteen. They looked
Johnny. “ They’ll take us for what we at one another steadily, then their
are— good people trying to live right.” glances parted.
There was only one thing wrong with “ That puts shadow through the
that, he now thought bleakly: he’d be street out there,” Frank said. “ I guess
gun a little too late. you’d call it sundown.”
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“ I guess so,” Johnny said tonelessly. for signature. When Johnny had signed
He shoved away from the bar, a tired them, Walton carefully blotted them and
motion, and started toward the door. put them in his desk.
After three steps, Frank called to “ That’s a good deal of money,” he
him, softly insistent, “ What are you said. “ You’ve worked hard for it.”
going to do, Johnny?” “ It’ll be in good hands,” Johnny said
Johnny stopped short. He turned and emphatically. “ As good hands as there
looked at Frank for a long, perplexed are in this town, Mr. Walton. Why
moment. “ I wish to God I knew!” he haven’t people realized that?”
muttered. Then he went out. The banker cleared his throat and
On the boardwalk he paused, scowling was about to speak when a man came
at the dusty street, and then he took out in. He wore a frock coat faded rather
the makings and curled up a cigarette. green, and a string tie, and he carried
As he lit it and pulled smoke down in with him an air of weariness that was
side, he saw a group of people down the not physical. Doc Trumball nodded to
way watching him. Presently he went Johnny, stepped to the banker’s desk
that way, and they dispersed abruptly and laid a paper on it.
and with an obvious over-casualness. He “ Death certificate of that puncher
remembered how often he had stopped Cresson perforated last night.” He
to pass the time of day with these same looked down at Walton, shaking his
people, and now he went toward the head. “ Some day I’ll call one of his
bank feeling alone and strange in this corpses what it i s : plain, unadulterated
place. murder.”
Charley Walton was the banker and “ Now, Doc,” Walton said unhappily,
the Mayor of Medicine Hat, and he was “ he does his job. As long as the trail
a deacon in the church. As Johnny came drives come here, there’ll be occasional
in without knocking he looked up, trouble.”
startled, and Johnny knew that he had “ Does it always have to end with an
heard the news. Some perverse urge other notch on that fellow’s gun?”
made him say sardonically, “ Don’t Walton’s lips drew tight. Doc continued:
worry, Mr. Walton. It's not a hold-up. “ Besides, from what I hear, the drives
Just business.” are about ended, here.”
Walton colored. “ Certainly, Johnny.” “ How’s that?"
Then, “ I— I heard about the trouble.” “ That outfit that came up yesterday
“ No trouble,” Johnny said. But pride is going to drive farther west next time.
and a growing anger asked why a year Moreover, they’re going to warn the
of honest association with these people others that there’s a kill-crazy marshal
meant nothing in the face of the sud here.” He paused. “ I can’t say I blame
denly risen past. them.”
“ I want to sign both my account and Frowning, Walton looked down at the
the business over, to my girl, Janie paper. “ It’ll ruin business. Those herds
Harding,” he told Walton. “ Can you fix bring money. How about the commis
up the papers?” sion agents, the merchants?”
“ Why, I suppose so,” Walton’s voice “ How about that boy’s folks back in
was troubled. “ But— well, it’s almost Texas?”
closing time.” He looked up at the wall “ No matter. We can’t have the tough
clock. Half past four. Walton and element taking over.” Walton looked
Johnny stared at one another, and the squarely at Johnny, then said to Doc, “ A
banker’s gaze grew uncomfortable. town grows on money, remember that.”
“ Johnny,” he said abruptly, “ why are Doc had walked to the door, and now
you doing this?” he turned. “ The trouble,” he said, “ is
“ You know why. And she’s the one that you people think that evil can be
should have it. Can you help me?” good, as long as it’s profitable. You’ve
Walton waited a moment longer, then even got a murderer representing what
went out into the bank and returned you call law and order. Walton, you’re
presently with some papers on which he all mixed up!” With that he left, and
scribbled, then shoved toward Johnny after a moment Johnny followed, leav
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ing the banker staring angrily and un said in a low rumble, “ He’s makin’ his
certainly at the door. brags, kid, tellin’ the town how you’ll
Doc was waiting before the bank. As run like a yellow dog with your tail
Johnny hauled up beside him, he mur between your legs.” He waited; then,
mured, “ So you were a wild one, too.” “ Don’t let that dirty gunslick bluff you,
Johnny.”
ITheGAVE Johnny a wrench, now, but
clamped his lips shut. The
Johnny took a pair of bills from his
pocket and laid them on the anvil.
“ That’ll cover the bill,” he said.
shadows, he saw, had begun to reach
out into the street from the buildings Anse waited a moment, puzzled. “ You
on the west side. Watching them, and understand?” he insisted. “ He claims
feeling the first coolness of the dying you used a sneak draw on the others.
day, he found no precise answer for Doc. The boys are all hopped up, makin’
“ I used my gun to keep alive,” he bets.”
finally said. “ Honest to God, I did. But “ Are they?” Johnny drawled. “ How
there’s a dogging way they all want to do the odds lie?”
try a fellow out after he’s come through “ Even.”
one fight— ” he stopped, and his gaze Johnny rubbed his hand reflectively
went to the tops of the stores opposite, over his chin, then laughed shortly.
where the sun’s flaming edge had begun “ Well,” he said drily, “ anything’s a
to reach down toward cover. Doc saw good bet at even money.” He turned
that look. away.
“ If it’s any use to you,” he said gently, “ Johnny,” Anse called querulously
“ Janie’s a good woman. I know that.” after him, “ you didn’t get a receipt.”
“ That’s fine, Doc. Just fine. Why “ Why would I need one?”
didn’t you tell this whole town?” As Johnny came into the main street
Doc waited a full three seconds. “ I and headed north, he caught a glimpse
always liked you, Johnny,” he said of the clock in the barbershop. It was
finally. “ I believe that most people in five o’clock. Shadows had started out
this town are for you. But that business from the stores toward the middle of
of Janie— 1 could no more fight that the street, a darkly jagged tide of
battle for you than they could take your purple washing in over the day. Seeing
gun and go out to meet Brand Cresson.” this, Johnny’s stride lengthened, for
Then he went on up the street. there wouldn’t be much time with Janie.
Johnny crossed over the way, angling Ahead of him a group of women
toward an alley leading to the black whom he recognized as from the church
smith shop. Anse Worden, the smith, saw him coming, whispered together,
laid aside his hammer and thrust a and then broke up with the sudden false
cherry-red shoe into the cooling tub. purposefulness of avoidance. He re
His ham-like paw wiped soot from his membered, then, that Janie had made
grimy face and he said, a little too another of her small gestures.of pro
heartily, “ Johnny! How’s things?” pitiation to these women. She had sent
“ Haven’t you heard?” Johnny asked some things for the bake sale tomorrow.
in mock surprise. “ They want me to run Knowing how they would feel toward
for Governor of the Territory.” Janie and him, now, he groaned in
“ Aw, Johnny!” Anse looked down at wardly. Lost, all lost, every inch of
the ground. ground they had gained toward respect
Sorry for the irony, Johnny said, ability.
“ Forget it. That bill for snaps and Frank’s saloon came up before him,
buckles. How much is it?” and abruptly he turned in. The old
“ What’s your hurry?” Anse frowned. barkeep looked sharply at his face, then
“ It’s not the end of the month.” went back to polishing the stubby
“ You’d better take it now. I’d hate double-barrel shotgun that he kept
to see you lose money on me, Anse.” under the bar.
Worden shook his grizzled head, “ Frank,” Johnny said in a pressing
fished out a chew of tobacco from his voice, “ what do you do when you’ve
pouch and stowed the cud away. He made a big mistake and are honestly
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sorry, and it catches up with you? Can't “ I know what they want,” Johnny
a good record wipe out a part of the said softly. “ It’s the same thing I
bad?” want.”
“ No,” said Frank firmly. “ One way Frank looked at him pityingly. He
or another, you pay up. You can’t dodge had known a lot of homeless, lonely kids
it, and you shouldn’t.” who drifted endlessly down the trails of
After a moment Johnny said meekly, the badlands, looking for something
“ I was thinking of Janie. It’s rough on they couldn’t see or even define, run
her.” ning away from what was inside them.
“ Didn’t you think of that before?” Some were tough clean through, and
Frank went on polishing the shining others were just lost and groping,
barrels. caught in a web of the things they’d
Johnny had thought of it before, but done before they really knew.
he knew that he had changed; the man “ I understand, kid,” he said gently.
he had been was dead. Why couldn’t that “ But you’re a lot like the tow n: a little
be enough? Would no one understand black and a little white. When Cresson
that the real Johnny Battle was the found you out, these people saw in you
saddle maker, the man who went to what they saw in the town, and they
church and paid his bills. A sudden were confused in the same w a y : good or
wave of resentment tore loose inside bad, they’re not sure which.” His voice
him, and he slammed his fist down upon fell low. “ The same goes for Janie. She’s
the bar. a good woman, but they don’t know it,
“ Frank, I’m no killer! I’ve had to kill because she works in a dance hall— ”
or be killed ever since the Sioux scalped He stopped.
my folks up on the Missouri. I was ten, It came to Johnny that Frank was
then, Frank! I never asked for that right. It had been a dream that he had
kind of a life.” no right to, because it was built on the
“ You took it,” Frank said quietly. lie that he had been living. But Janie
“ And you stayed with it.” He shook his had a right to i t ; it came from the very
head. “ You rode with some bad hombres, honesty that was herself. That was
kid. Johnny Good-by was as real as what hurt— she’d have to suffer because
Johnny Battle.” he had tricked her.
He turned to face Frank again. He
T HE anger left Johnny. It was true.
He remembered, now, the night in
didn’t look like a kid, now, as he said
regretfully, “ I wish I’d talked to you like
Dodge when he had thrown in with Bode this a long time ago.”
Drayton’s bunch. He hadn’t asked for The old barkeep smiled. “ Never too
that, either. But Drayton had said, late, Johnny.” He watched Johnny
“ What can you lose, kid?” and there’d closely as he turned and went out of the
been nothing more to lose— then. bar.
“ Yes,” he said, turning slowly from Johnny angled north across the street,
the bar, “ I took it. So now 1 pay the let himself into the shop and went di
bill— to a killer who wears the star.” rectly to his rooms in the rear. When
He waited, then blurted out, “ Why don’t he opened the door, he stopped short as
they get rid of him? They’re all afraid Janie rose quickly from a chair and
of him— I found that out.” faced him.
“ Ah,” said Frank. He laid the gun Janie’s eyes, as dark as her midnight
down on the bar. “ Listen, Johnny,” he hair, held fear, and he had put it there.
said. “ It’s like having a bear by the He saw the drained whiteness of the
tail: you can’t hold on and you can’t small, even features, and he thought:
let go. North of the honky-tonks the Forty years. Forty years-—with her!
solid values of this place begin; down Then he swallowed the anguish and said
below here— well, you know what it is. wearily, “ You know— about me?”
The town is neither good nor bad, and She nodded, and suddenly the waiting
Cresson keeps it that way. And the broke and she was clinging to him, hold
people are afraid of what they’ve got, ing him tight. “ I don’t care! Nothing
and can’t get what they want.” matters but us! The future, Johnny—
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the future is all that counts.” your life Johnny, do you?”
The smell of her hair, the feel of her “ You know,” he groaned. “ You know!
body next to him, moved him power Why dog me like this?”
fully. For a moment he was tempted to “ Because I have to. Johnny, listen
rush into the street, guns blazing, and to me.” Her hand touched his arm, and
settle this thing, and then his wild ir his gaze met hers. “ My dad was a
rationality passed. He held her away at drunkard, a sod-hut farmer who failed.
arm’s length, looking at her. We never had enough to eat, and because
“ We’ve got to hurry. There’s still he ran away from his troubles to a
time to make it out of here before he bottle. My mother died and we kids
comes. We’ll find another town, some just went wherever we could. But I
place where they don’t know us.” learned this, Johnny: you can’t solve
“ N o!” The vehemence of it shocked anything by running from it.”
him. She shook her head, her mouth Johnny writhed. “ I know that. I
drawn firm. “ That’s not the answer. don’t want to run from it. But what do
They didn’t know you here, either. Not you do when you can’t either run or
even I knew you.” fight it?”
Ashamedly, he admitted that she was “ You and I are two of a kind,” Janie
right. Wherever he went, Johnny Good- pressed on implacably. “ You had no
By would follow, sooner or later. There body, either. You grew up in saloons
was no way, nothing he could do. He and cow camps and then you hit the owl-
let her arms go and turned toward the hoot trail. What did it get you? Noth
cupboard. “ It was all my fault,” he ing. You got sick of it. But here in this
muttered. “ I’ve got us into something town we found what we wanted— each
that I can’t get out of. I shouldn’t have other and a chance to live right. John
brought this to you.” ny,” her voice fell low, “ are we going to
He took down the gun belt and twin give it up and go back to the other way ?
holsters, and without looking at her, be Or are we going to stay here and
gan to buckle them on. Janie saw and fight for it?”
understood, and then stepped quickly “ Fight!” he said wretchedly. “ It’s a
forward. fight we’ve lost. From now on, we’d be
“ Don’t put those on,” she said sharply. just a gunman and his dance hall girl.
“ If you do, it’s all over for us. You’ll Have you forgotten that?”
kill him. Then you’ll be hunted again Instantly he regretted it. But after
— an outlaw. Give them to m e!” She a moment she said in an altered voice,
held out her hand. “ No, I never will. I’ll remember, and
Johnny hesitated, looking at her, and when I feel like quitting, I’ll come back
then at the gun belt. “ I am an outlaw,” for more, and more, until they accept
he said harshly. “ The marshal of this us.”
town is coming up the street pretty soon The mantel clock in the next room
to run me out.” struck once, catching and holding, their
“ Are you going to let him?” attention. They waited the full six
“ Should I let him kill me? Is that strokes, and when there were no more,
any better? You won’t go away with he looked at her and said wearily, "Well,
me. You don’t want me to stay and it’s too late now.”
fight.” Janie started to speak, but a knock
“ I didn’t say that,” she retorted. on the door brought her frightened
“ Give me those guns.” glance around to him. His hand went
out to the holster on the chair back, and
OHNNY would have resisted, but
J something in her gaze commanded,
and he let her take them. She hung them
then he nodded. She went to the door
and opened. A Mexican boy stood there
with a cloth-covered tray.
over a chair back and faced him. “ The boy said with a grin, ‘The
“ Have you forgotten what we planned senoras from the church say muchas
to do?” she asked in a low, quick voice. gracias, senorita, but they do not need
“ How we were going to be somebody? these at the social’.”
Do you want to run from the law all Janie stood there, staring numbly at
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the kid. Finally, “ They— sent them down the bar Frank looked up, sur
back?” prised, and Johnny said, “ Give me your
‘‘Si, senonta.” He shoved the tray greener, Frank.”
toward her, and presently she took it “ WhOt?”
and the boy closed the door and went “ Hurry up. Give me that double-
away. barrel.”
For a long time Janie stood looking at
the tray in her hands, and when she
turned there were tears in her eyes. She W ONDERING, Frank pulled the shot
gun from under the bar. Johnny
started to speak, looked at the tray took it and went toward the door. Some
again, and her lip quivered. men near the window made a move, and
“ What is this?” Johnny asked. he waved the barrel toward them. “ Stay
“ Pies, Johnny," she said in a small where you are.” They moved back.
voice. “ Just some pies I— I baked for At the door, he heard Cresson curse,
the church social.” She waited. Then, and then the marshal’s voice lifted again
apologetically, “ The ladies didn’t really through the street. “ Good-by! For the
ask me to send them.” last time, come out of there.” In the
She stood there, humiliated, and some moment of waiting that followed, John
how dearer to him than she had ever ny pushed through the door and stepped
been, for he knew how much of her pride to the plank walk.
had been submerged in this gesture. It The click of the double hammers go
came to him that she had no false pride ing back was clear in the silence.
at all where their future was concerned. “ Cresson!”
She would fight for it with all her The marshal whirled, guns already
woman’s wile and tenacity, and with her half drawn, when he saw the barrels
belief in the necessary goodness of it. pointed at his middle and Johnny’s cold
Looking at her, a lump came up in John eye looking down them. There they
ny’s throat and he felt his eyes smart hung, while he weighed his chances,
ing, and it suddenly appeared clear to knowing that a hundred eyes were
him who the enemy was in this fight: watching him.
the thing which could make Janie stand “ It would break you in two,” Johnny
here, crumpled inside, yet smiling and warned him. “ Don’t try it.”
asking for more. Frank’s words ran For three long seconds Cresson cal
from nowhere into his mind: “ You’re culated the odds, then he rejected them.
a lot like the town, a little black and a His guns slid back into the leather,
little white. Good or bad, they’re not and his hands wavered away from them.
sure which. The same goes for Janie.” “ Put ’em up.” Johnny came down
Then, like the last piece in a puzzle, off the walk, and then Cresson’s hands
Brand Cresson’s voice rang out in the raised. Holding the shotgun in one
street and Johnny’s thoughts meshed, hand, Johnny lifted the marshal’s guns
and he knew what to do. and tossed them away into the dust.
“ Come out, Good-By. Come out or I’ll Then he stepped back, as Cresson
come in after you !” growled, “ What’s the big idea?”
He looked at Janie, gripped her arm Men had come from the houses and
hard, and then went at a run through stores, now, down into the dust, form
the house and into the alley in back. ing a ring about them. Walton was
Janie watched him go. Afterward she there, his chunky face reddened by some
put the tray on the table and sat star inner excitement, and Doc Trumball,
ing vacantly at nothing. It was a long watchful and sardonic; Anse Worden,
while before she realized that she was Jim Reeves— most of t h o s e who
staring at his guns, still on the back of mattered. In their sober mien, Johnny
the chair. She began to weep, softly. saw that they were waiting, holding
Johnny crossed the street unobserved their judgment fine and poised above
at the alleyway above Cresson, whose him and the man facing him.
attention was riveted on the shop’s front In this moment he knew that the real
door. In a matter of seconds he was at issue here was between the turbulent
the rear of Frank’s saloon. As he came past, of which he had been a part, and
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a different kind of future for the town upraised arms, and as his head cleared
and for Janie and himself as a part of he sprang up, hauling one up from the
it. Janie had made it that way, and he ground to Cresson’s stomach. It brought
knew that, and knew that it was the only the big man’s guard down, and he
way worth while. whipped his right to the jaw, sending
He turned and handed the shotgun to Cresson backwards off balance and
Frank, who stood on the edge of the bringing him to the ground.
crowd. Then he looked at Cresson, The marshal lay there a moment, and
framing words for all these men here. when he rose to a sitting position, anger
“ I’ve made my mistakes,” he said. “ They and surprise twisted his broad face.
can’t be undone. I’m willing to pay up, Johnny came in on him, but suddenly
but I’m not going to run, or do another Cresson scrambled up and rushed for
wrong thing to wipe out the others.” A ward, weaving and feinting. It hit John
murmur of approval arose from the ny with a sickening feeling that he had
crowd, then subsided. He went on, “ You bitten off more than he could chew.
want a fight, Cresson. But I want my Everything he possessed had been in
chance to stay here in this town. All that punch, and it had not slowed the
right, we’ll fight so that one of us rides marshal down.
out of here with a whole skin.” Desperately, Johnny bored in, con
Out of the surprised silence, Cresson vinced that he must finish it quickly.
growled, “ Fists?” Cresson beat off his rush, taking only
“ That’s it. Loser gets out. The town body blows, and then he found an open
keeps a marshal or a saddle-maker, no ing and sent a hammering right to John
questions asked.” ny’s face that downed him as though his
Cresson stared at him and was about legs had been chopped from under him.
to say something, but a man in the He hit the ground and rolled over, com
crowd shouted, “ That’s a fair deal. ing to one knee. He shook his head,
Leave it like that,” and with the rising heard Cresson near him and got up.
murmur of assent, the marshal looked Cresson dropped him again, hard.
back at Johnny, his glance hot and re
sentful. “ It couldn’t have been better,
Good-by,” he snarled. H Edust,
LAY there a long while in the
and Cresson stood looking at
Cresson was rangy and big, a veteran him with a half sneer and turned away.
of many bar-room brawls. The odds The eyes of the crowd were on Johnny,
favored him and he knew it, as he soberly, and it was very still. From afar
stepped confidently f o r w a r d . The off a man’s voice came to Johnny
watchers studied the two men as they through the thick blankets of pain,
came in toward one another. “ He’s game, but Cresson’ll kill him.”
For a moment they circled, and then With that, he rolled over and drew his
Johnny came in with a rush, swinging knees up under him. After he had hung
one at Cresson’s Head. The marshal took there a moment, he got up. The murmur
it on the shoulder and snapped his left from the crowd drew Cresson’s atten
into Johnny’s middle and the watchers tion and he stopped short, a strange
heard the hard grunt as Johnny backed look on his face as he saw Johnny rise.
away. “ Fight, you yellow dog,” Cresson Muttering oaths, he stepped forward.
taunted, following him. Johnny’s eyes were almost closed, and
Johnny came in again, planting two his lips were puffed and bloody. But
hard blows to the body. Cresson weaved when he heard Cresson taunt him, “ This
away, and then from nowhere his fist way, Good-by,” he swung in toward the
exploded squarely on Johnny’s mouth. sound and went forward. The looping
It was disaster shooting down his spine, right caught Johnny on the side of the
making his neck crack and his ears roar. head and he went down limber, skidding
He wobbled back and dropped to one a little through the dust as he hit.
knee, everything out of focus. Cresson Cresson stepped purposefully after
swarmed in, hammering at his head. him, but a man said quickly, “ No you
Johnny fought off this attack with don’t No boots.”
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Cresson raised an ugly face to the raked the crowd and swung back to
crowd, saw something there that sobered Walton. “ What is this? You mean that
him, and said meanly, “ To blazes with / go?”
it! He’s done for anyhow.” Rubbing his “ You heard the way he put it,” Wal
knuckles, he turned away toward where ton said firmly. “ And the boys here all
his guns lay in the dust. did. Loser to get out. Well— you lost!”
It seemed to Johnny that eternity
came and went while he lay there, fight
ing to retain consciousness. He was
aware of what went on, but everything
JOHNNY came out of it between grind
ing waves of pain against which he
stiffened and between which he relaxed.
seemed far away beyond seas rimmed After a while he heard Janie’s soothing
with pain. It seemed strange, in his voice, and felt the hot compresses which
miasmatic flow of thought, to hear she held to his battered face. He moved,
Janie’s words, “ When I feel like quit trying to say something, and heard Doc
ting, I’ll go back for more, and more!” Trumball tell him, “ Lie still, Johnny.
and then it seemed unreal to the on You’ll be all right soon. I left something
lookers as he raised his arms and slowly with Janie to take down the swelling.”
turned over. He was thinking how it would be to
“ Look there!” a heavy voice rumbled. make another start in another town, and
“ He’s gettin’ up!” And he was: he wondering where that place would be,
braced his elbows and then began pain and if Janie would be with him. The
fully to draw his knees up under him. thought of it was like a sickness in him,
When that was done he hung there, blood for he’d had faith in this place. He had
dripping from his face darkly into the decided that there wouldn’t really be
dust. A wobbly try and then another, much chance for them anywhere, when
and he was on his feet, blinded and he heard the door open and Charley
swaying, but carrying the fight back Walton’s voice greeting Janie and Doc.
to Cresson. Only, now, Cresson stood Then Walton was speaking to him.
yards away, strangely' white-faced, and
“ As between a couple of bad men, one
Johnny headed, unseeing, into the crowd.
reformed and the other still practicing,”
A man muttered, “ Not here,” and the banker said, “ this town has chosen
turned him around. “ Out there, kid,” the former. Johnny, as soon as you’re
he said in a sick voice. Johnny hesitated, up, you take Cresson’s star. You can
then came on, dragging his feet. still run the shop.”
Maybe it was the sight of Johnny’s He heard Janie’s exclamation, felt her
bloody, chewed-up fa ce; the apparent in hand squeezing his, as she said, “ He’ll
ability definitely to finish him with his make the best marshal in the world, Mr.
fists; maybe it was resentment that he Walton.” And he had the odd feeling
had not been allowed to do it his way that he might be delirious.
that threw Cresson off balance. He But then Walton said, “ We know he
stumbled, and fell. will. And speaking of good things, about
With a hoarse bellow he reached for those pies you baked, Miss Harding?”
his gun, swung about on his hunkers There was a little silence. Then Janie
and aimed. “ You fo o l! I’ll stop you this murmured, “ I— well, you see— ”
time for good— ” he finished on a sharp “ That was my chief reason for com
cry of pain as Charley Walton’s power ing here,” Walton said. “ W ife’s orders.
ful hand closed on his wrist and twisted, She told me to tell you that she needs
throwing the gun into the dust. those pies, and would like to have them
Livid, Cresson lunged to his feet. if you don’t mind.” He cleared his
“ What do you think you’re doing?” And throat. “ I’rh supposed to bring them
then he stopped as he saw the look on back with me. There was a slight mis
Walton’s face. take about that.” Again he paused.
“ Get out, Cresson,” Walton said “ But it will not happen again.”
quietly. “ Get out of town and don’t Johnny Battle knew then that this
come back.” was reality— the kind he and Janie
Cresson’s hot, disbelieving glance wanted. All forty years of it.
Q.—Why are cowboy boot heels so high?— Q.—I have made a bet with a friend that Bill
P.J.P. (Md.) Tilghman was not an oldtime western outlaw
but a law officer. Who wins?—A.W.W (N. C.).
A __ High heels help the cowboy "dig in"
for sure footing when holding a brone roped A — You do. Bill Tilghman, one of the
afoot in a corral. Slanted as they are, they west's greatest gunfighting law officers, oper
help hold his foot solid in the stirrup without ated chiefly in what is now Oklahoma.
danger of slipping through. The cowboy also Q.—What is the right way to pronounce
likes them lor style. Bio Grande?—Ann L. (Mass.).
Q.—How much would I have to pay for a A— Correct Spanish is REE-oh G R A H N -
cowboy saddle?—F.L.M. (Ohio). dav. Common usage in the southwest, is
REE-oh GRAN-dy, but REE-oh G R A N D
A.— $100 up to $250 for a cowboy saddle
and R 2’ E-oh G R A N D are a little too far off.
solid enough for cow work. You might get. a
comfortable riding western style saddle that Q.—We think of “hoodlum” as meaning a
won’t hurt a horse's back with ordinary rid gangster, but I read in western stories about
ing, for as low as $60, but don’t tie onto any the “hoodlum wagon” on cattle roundups and
livestock with it— you might uproot the am not right sure what it means.—T.T. (N.
horn! Y.).
Q.—Sometimes in western stories I see A.— When an extra wagon besides the
where somebody is referred to as a "swamper” . chuckwagon is needed for hauling bedrolls
What does this mean?—Bill (N.Y.). and other gear, it is often called the hoodlum
wagon.
A.— Around cowranch and cowcamp the
cook's helper, roustabout, or any general Q.—Where does the turquoise in Indian
chore hand is often called a swamper. made jewelry come from?—B. McC. (Iowa). •
Q.—What is the largest city in Texas?— A.— I believe the principal turquoise mines
J.D.W. (Miss.). from which most Indian craftsmen get their
stones are in New Mexico, Utah and Neva
A.— Houston, with 284,514 people in 1940. da. There may also be such mines in Arizona.
I don't have the 1950 census figures, but I'm not sure.
Texans tell me it is growing so fast that taxi
Q.—Are there any cowboys in California
drivers run over jackrabbits every day that
besides the Hollywood movie kind?—Josie
just haven't had time to get out of Houston's
(Mich.).
way.
Q.—About how big is a good, fat yearling A.— You're darn tootin’ there are! I don't
have the figures on California as a beef rais
beef steer?—Meat-eater (Wis.).
ing state, but I know there are a mighty lot
A.— Steers may be called yearlings at from of cow ranches out there, and even under
12 to 16 months of age and good ones of modern conditions raising beef means bucka-
modern breeds weigh from 700 to 1,000 roos.
pounds. — S. Omar Barker
101
R ID D LE o f th e
W A S T E L A N D S
By A. LESLIE
NCLE AB, I still think they run “ Ranee, you’re plumb loco,” he de
’em to New Mexico.” clared. “ Run cows across sixty miles of
Ranee Vinton spoke earnestly. desert in July! Them cows go north to
He leaned forward and tapped the table Oklahoma.”
top with a bronzed finger. “ Across the Canadian and over all the
Old Abner Shaw, owner of the Forked spreads and past the towns between here
S ranch, snorted his disgust. He glowered and there?”
at his young range boss. “ Can be done,” retorted Shaw. “ Any
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RIDDLE OF THE WASTELANDS 103
how, it’s being done. We’re losin’ ’em, there’s no water out there and you can
and so are other outfits and they’ve got to count on it.”
go somewhere. And it’s sure for certain “ We have it dry down in the lower
they don’t cross the Tucumcari Desert. Pecos country,” said Vinton. “ But if you
Sixty miles of sand and salt and alkali look hard enough you can usually find a
without a drop of water. A man on a rock tinaja filled with rain water, or if
horse takes his life in his hands if he tries you dig in a dry wash you can often get
to make that ride. No water, and a sand some.”
storm nigh every day. You can’t travel in “Yes, that’s so, down there,” Shaw re
the daytime and a herd can’t do sixty plied. “Remember I lived down there for
miles in one night, and you know it as a while— that’s how I come to know your
well as I do. If they started ’em at night, dad—but the country there is different.
they wouldn’t be half across by morning, There’s a fine underground water system
and before the day was out, every critter down there. All you need to do is sink an
would be stretched out stiff. And they artesian well and you get a good head.
sure couldn’t hole up somewhere all day That’s limestone country. Up here it’s dif
without water and hope to make the drive. ferent. There’s an underground system
Nope, it couldn’t be done, Ranee.” here, but it’s almighty deep. Have to dig
“ Maybe there’s hidden water out there down hundreds of feet to strike it. Oh,
somewhere,” Vinton suggested. sure, I reckon it runs under the desert,
“ Well,” Shaw returned dryly, “ I’ve lived too, but nobody’s going to sink a well out
in this section, boy and man, for nigh onto there. Besides, it would fill up with sand
sixty-five years, and I never heard of any, in no time.”
and never knew anybody who did.” Vinton rolled a cigarette and lighted it,
“ I’ve been told the Indians used to cross his gray eyes speculative.
the desert with their squaws and tipis, and “ I’d sure like to give that desert a once
take their herds of ponies along,” Vinton over,” he said.
remarked. “ You keep off that desert,” Shaw or
“ Injuns know how to get along without dered with decision. “ It,’s a killer, espe
water,” said Shaw. “ I’ve heard that yarn cially at this time of the year. Get caught
too, but I never knew an Injun who’d in a storm out there and you’ll never see
made the trip. Y ou’ve been listening to daylight again. You keep off it. I didn’t
the sheep-dip old coots pour out of bottles, talk your dad into letting you come up
Ranee.” here to help me run the spread just to
have you made into buzzard bait. You
INTON tried another tack. “ I’ve
V heard that Captain Arlington of the
Rangers, and some of his men, found
get busy building up that shipping herd
tomorrow and forget about that blasted
desert. And don’t bother about the cows
water in the desert years back,” he ob we lost, either. I’m handling that chore.
served. “The Lost Lakes, I believe the While you were up to the north, I hired a
springs were called. They said he got the feller to help out on it. A feller from over
tip from the Indians and went looking for around Pampa. He’s half Injun. Colonel
them when he was chasing Indian raid Goodman told me he’s just about the best
ers.” tracker in Texas. He’s on the job right
“ Uh-huh, only the springs Arlington now, huntin’ the route those blasted wide-
found weren’t in the desert at all,” said loopers use to run the critters north.
Shaw. “ Arlington thought they were, but There are ways to get north without being
we know now that the springs were way spotted. It’s a chopped-up section from
over in New Mexico, beyond the desert, here to Oklahoma border and fellers who
and to the north. Arlington and his men know it well know where to look for trails
made the crossing in winter time and most folks don’t know about. I’m countin’
came dam nigh cashing in as it was. Nope, on Cado Pete, the feller I hired, to root
104 TEXAS RANGERS
’em out. Then w e’ll land on them side callousness of the rustlers.
winders like forty hen hawks on a settin’ Ranee Vinton knew the land to the
quail.” north was wild and broken, ideal hole-in-
With which, old Abner nodded to his the-wall country, but he still didn’t believe
range boss and stumped off to bed. that the wideloopers could run herd after
Ranee Vinton didn’t go to bed. He sat herd past ranches and towns without soon
in the big living room of the ranchhouse, er or later being spotted. But everybody,
smoking and pondering the problem that including Shaw, scoffed at the notion that
vexed the Forked S and other spreads in the rustlers headed west for the good
the section—the problem of how to hang markets of New Mexico.
onto their cows. For several months the “ Just couldn’t be done,” they declared.
section had been plagued by systematic Ranee Vinton, comparatively new to the
looting that had assumed serious propor section and young enough not to have his
tions. The rustlers were shrewd and opinions set in a conventional pattern,
adroit. Only two or three times had they wasn’t sure. But he was forced to admit
resorted to the spectacular venture of he had nothing on which to base his
running off a large guarded herd. Usu hunch.
ally their method was to comb out small
bunches—ten, thirty, fifty head—working HE following day found Vinton busy
at night, like shadows of the night, leav
ing behind no evidence of their operations
T superintending the chore of getting
together the beef for shipping. But all the
except the highly irritating evidence of while he was pondering the mystery of
valuable stock missing. the vanished herds. Toward evening he
Such methods, Vinton realized, were rode up the slope of the tall hills that
even more ruinous to the ranch owner flanked the desert on the west. Sitting his
than a sudden sweep against a shipping or horse on the rimrock, he gazed across the
trail herd. No owner could stand such a wastelands.
steady drain of his resources. It was indeed a desolate and ominous
Only a few days before, old Abner terrain. The desert was a vast sunken
Shaw, getting together a shipping herd, bowl, its floor a good two hundred feet
had sent his men to comb his southwest lower than the rangeland. Far out to the
pasture, only to find said pasture had al west a sand storm was raging. Clouds of
ready been expertly combed, with more sand and dust particles swirled high in the
than a hundred prime beef cattle not sky to form an eerie yellowish curtain
present any more. through which the sun shone like a bloody
Shaw hit the ceiling. He swore he was orange. The shifting veil continuously
going to do something. Bringing in the changed form and color and its sinuous
expert tracker was evidently the some motion seemed to hint at malevolent life.
thing he had in mind. Abruptly the wind lulled, ceased alto
Time after time, posses had followed the gether, as was its habit at this time of the
trail of the wideloopers. Always it led day. Within three minutes the dust and
west to the wastelands, then turned north, sand had settled and the air was crystal
following the eastern edge of the desert. clear. Objects leaped into view with star
But soon the almost unceasing winds tling distinctness. Buttes and chimney
would fill the tracks with drifting sand rocks stood out hard and sharp-edged.
and the wrathful cowboys were never able Mountains in New Mexico, sixty miles dis
to pick it up again. tant, appeared almost within hand’s reach.
It was a shrewd outfit, all right, and a Vinton suddenly became conscious of
snake-blooded one. Each time a guarded motion out on the desert floor, perhaps
herd had been raided, dead men shot down ten miles to the northwest. A black dot
from ambush without being given a was bouncing toward the rangeland. Some
chance, remained as mute evidence of the distance behind it were other dots, five or
BIDDLE OF THE W ASTELANDS 105
six of them. Vinton quickly realized that “ But what was he doing way out
the dots were horsemen travelling at a fast there?” asked Shaw and swore some more.
pace. Vinton shrugged his broad shoulders
“ Now what in blazes?” he wondered. and did not otherwise reply. But his mind
“Looks like a bunch of fellers chasing an recalled his fleeting vision of the day be
other one.” fore, of a horseman speeding across the
Even as he gazed, the wind rose again desert’s dusty face with other horsemen
in fury. The yellow cloud climbed into racing in pursuit.
the sky, writhed, thickened. Butte, chim “ And if that infernal wind hadn’t kicked
ney rock and speeding riders were blotted up again just when it did, I’d have seen it
out as if they had never existed. happen,” he told himself. “ Poor devil!
For some time Vinton continued to gaze Never had a chance.”
westward, but the storm did not abate Vinton led the prospectors to the kitch
again and the sun was low in the western en for a meal while Shaw made arrange
sky. Vinton shook his head and rode back ments for the disposal of the body and
down the slopes. notification of the sheriff.
“Wonder just what was going out there Vinton was composed when he entered
on that flattened section of hell, and who the living room a little later, but his
was that feller leading the pack?” he bronzed face was grimly set, and in his
asked his horse. mind was a fixed resolve, Shaw’s orders
The horse didn’t know, but Vinton had to the contrary. He sat silent and distrait
the question answered, to a certain ex while old Ab ranted and raved.
tent, the following day. “ That jigger was coming out of the west
Through the blue dusk of late evening, when I saw him,” he mused. “Which
two old prospectors rode up to the Forked means he’d ridden straight out into the
S ranchhouse. They led a mule across the desert. He found the trail, all right, and
back of which was draped the body of a figured where it led to. Somehow or other
man, he was spotted and ridden down. He was
“Found him about five miles out on the trying to get back when I saw him. Well,
desert and ten miles to the north of here,” I’ll take myself a little ride. I’m playing
one announced. “ Me and Hank was chip- a hunch, and I’ll bet a hatful of pesos it’s
pin’ rocks at the edge of the desert and a straight one. But it had better be, or
saw buzzards circlin’ around and lighting. I’m likely never to play another.”
Figured we’d better take a look-see out The Forked S ranchhouse was dark and
there in case somebody had got hurt. Fel quiet when Ranee Vinton stole softly from
ler was hurt, all right— three bullet holes his room, circled the bunk house and ap
in his back. His dead, horse was layin’ proached the stable where his big blue
alongside of him. It wore a Forked S burn, moros was stalled. He got the rig on the
so we figured we’d better bring him here.” horse, stowed a large canteen filled to the
Old Ab Shaw took one look at the dead brim with water in his saddle pouch, and
man, raised his clenched fists to the heav after making sure his guns were in work
ens and volleyed profanity. ing order, also the heavy Winchester
“It’s Cado Pete, the tracker I was tellin’ snugged in a saddleboot beneath his left
you about last night,” he said to Ranee thigh, rode swiftly across the rangeland.
Vinton. “Nov/ what in blazes happened
T WAS close to midnight when he
anyhow? What was he doing out on that
blasted desert?”
“I’d say,” Vinton returned grimly, “ he
I reached the point at the desert’s edge
for which he had been heading. The day
was as good a tracker as you said he was before, while watching the approaching
and he hit the trail of the wideloopers. horseman and his pursuers, he had me
From the looks of him, I reckon he found chanically noted the relation of certain
them.” landmarks to their position—a flat-topped
106 TEXAS RANGERS
mountain across the New Mexico line, a Vinton guided the moros into the shade
strangely formed butte to the north, a afforded by a tall butte, pulled up and
jutting pinnacle soaring up from the east studied the forbidding terrain. He began
ern hills. Now, with only these shadowy a systematic combing of the vicinity. No
markings, the lonely stars and the plains where did he find a drop of moisture.
man’s uncanny sense of distance and di From time to time he dampened his lips
rection for his guides, he rode west by with water from his canteen. Now and
north across the desert’s face. then he poured a small quantity into his
The desert was muted, the sharp edge hat, which the horse sucked up greedily.
of silence dulled only by the whisper of “ Feller,” Vinton told him, “ if we don’t
the sands stirred by the wind. The night find something to drink besides what I’ve
was fairly cool, but the air was thick got in this darned jug, we aren’t going to
and heavy, with a strange sort of creamy feel so good before it gets dark.”
feel to it. However, he made good pro Hour after hour he rode aimlessly
gress and when the first rose streak of among the buttes and glowing rocks. Now
dawn quivered in the eastern sky, he esti and then he would pause beneath some
mated that he was far beyond where he overhang to rest the moros and somewhat
had placed the galloping horsemen. recover his own strength.
Slowly the light in the east strength East and west, north and south ex
ened. The trembling rose gave way to tended the billowy white sand, in low
scarlet and crimson and gold. A spear of dunes, in winding ridges, in shimmering
brilliance shot zenithward, was followed hollows. Under the beat of a gusty wind,
by another and another. A line of intense thick clouds of dust tossed and swirled.
fire appeared over the edge of the world. Between the dust cloud swooped weird
Quickly it discovered a circular edge. yellow shadows, coiling and twisting,
With a flashing as of ten million lances writhing as if in torment. Only occasion
the sun rose, flooding the desert with a ally was the sun visible, a glaring red eye
mystic golden glow. It was day. blinded almost instantly by the thicken
Vinton was a good twenty miles out on ing dust.
the desert now. The scene here was quite Always the dust, the glowering shad
different from that farther south. On ows, the terrible heat that bewildered the
every hand rose dunes and buttes and brain, choked the throat, parched the lips
chimney rocks. He seemed to be at the and swelled the tongue of man and beast.
bottom of a vast circular bowl studded This desert of western Texas was a fright
with strange upheavals. ful desolation haunted by the tortured
“And that’s just what it is,” he mused. spirits of its countless dead.
“ A dry bowl that was once a great lake Heads bowed to the tearing wind and
bed. Yes, no doubt of it. All this section the burning dust, man and horse forged
was once under water, maybe a million doggedly westward. The glaring sun was
years ago. Those buttes were once islands almost directly overhead before the er
that rose above the surface of the lake. ratic wind began to abate. Abruptly it
My job is to find out if there is any water ceased altogether, and Vinton was able
out here. If there isn’t, my whole hunch to distinguish features of the terrain.
falls down. And me with it, the chances He found himself approaching a great
are. Blazes but it’s getting hot. And here ridge of yellow stone that, fanged and
comes that damned wind, too.” turreted, carved into weird shapes by the
It was hot. The rocky sides of the tireless fingers of rain, wind and sun, cov
buttes and the glittering slopes of the ered several acres. Slightly to the north
dune reflected a withering blast. The rays of the ridge was a mound fully a hundred
of the sun were burning. The air was like feet in height by perhaps five times that
that of a dry kiln. A shimmer hovered in length and a good three hundred feet
over the sands. in width. Its sides, sloping gently upward,
RIDDLE OF THE WASTELANDS 107
gleamed like a mirror in the sunshine. hardly covered a dozen paces when a re
flected gleam along the wall caught his
ND in the shadow of the great ridge,
A he found the first indication of for
mer human travel over the bleak desola
eye. It came from a pool of water.
Vinton barked an exultant exclamation.
“ Why, this is too darn easy,” he told the
tion. Upright in the sand, where it was horse. “ Why haven’t folks stumbled on
protected by the jutting and overhanging this before now ?”
configuration of the cliffs, was the He got a grim explanation a moment
bleached shoulder blade of a giant buf later.
falo, an enormous fan-shaped bone nearly The moros plunged his nose into the
sixteen inches long, twelve inches wide pool, and as abruptly jerked it out again,
at one end and two inches at the other. shaking a shower of drops from his whis
On the smooth surface of this white black kers, snorting disgustedly.
board of the Plains and the desert, were “ What’s the matter with you?” Vinton
still faint tracings in yellow, red and growled, and scooped a handful of water
green. They had been rendered illegible and held it to his lips., Instantly he spat
by the scouring of the sands throughout it out again, as disgustedly as had the
the years, but Slade knew they had once horse.
conveyed a message in the picture writ The inviting water was bitterly salt!
ing of the Indians. Despite the blistering heat, Ranee Vin
“ Somebody trying to tell somebody else ton suddenly felt cold all over. He began
something important,” Vinton m u s e d . to appreciate to the full old Ab Shaw’s
“Wonder what it could have been? More well-meant warning. His canteen was
evidence, anyhow, that hereabouts was a empty, had been for some time. Already
stopping point for Red Men crossing the his lips were cracking, his tongue begin
desert. Why would they stop? The logical ning to blacken and protrude. He could
answer is, because here was water. But I feel the blood rushing through his veins,
sure don’t see any now.” and a strange prickling of his skin.
He rode slowly along the face of the “ Must be another spring in here,” he
ridge, which was cracked and fissured, told the horse,^hopefully. “W e’ve got to
working steadily to the north. Suddenly find it.”
he drew rein. Splitting the face of the They didn’t. The shallow cave showed
cliff was a dark opening some twenty feet no other sign of water.
in width bv half that in height. Vinton experienced a surge of panic.
“A cave!” With an iron effort of will he got a grip
Dismounting, he approached the open on himself. He hurried from the cave and
ing, the moros ambling along behind him. began a systematic examination of his sur
Almost immediately he discovered signs roundings.
of recent occupancy by men and horses. But as he continued to explore the rifts
The horses had left plenty of marks of and cliffs and the adjoining buttes and
their tenancy, while over to one side was clumps of chimney rocks, he found not a
a crude fireplace built of smoke-blackened trace of water. He halted in the shade of
stones. Nearby was a stack of dry wood, an overhang, rolled a cigarette and sat
“ Somebody made camp here, and not smoking and thinking. Suddenly he had
long ago, either,” Vinton declared, exam an inspiration. Turning the moros, he
ining the ashes in the fireplace. “ Bet a rode swiftly back to where the bleached
hatful of pesos we’ll find water in here.” blade bone was stuck in the sand. He
They did, just a few minutes later. Se dismounted and carefully noted the direc
lecting a dry branch, Vinton struck a tion the vane indicated. The blade point
match to one end. The wood burned with ed directly to the great mound just north
a clear flame, affording sufficient light by of the ridge.
which to explore the cave. Vinton had “ It was a signboard, all right,” he mut
tered. “ The Indians used the blade as a It proved to be a multitude of tiny plants,
pointer.” fresh and healthy looking.
Mounting again, he rode to the mound “ And these things can’t live without
and slowly circled it. Nowhere was there water, .not in this heat,” he muttered.
a sign of water. He shook his head in dis “ Say, where did I see this sort of stuff
gust, running an eye up the gently slop before?”
ing side. Abruptly he uttered a sharp Abruptly he remembered and his blood
exclamation. shot eyes blazed with excitement. He was
“Damn foolishness,” he muttered. “ Who recalling a shrewd and experienced old
ever heard of water being found on the range boss down in the Pecos country.
top of a hill?” The range boss had rolled his herd up to
Just the same he toiled up the burning the bank of a dry river bed.
slope, leading the exhausted horse. He “ Bring up the remuda,” the boss had
reached the crest and halted as if petri ordered cheerfully. “ Here’s where we get
fied. everybody a drink.”
The crest of the mound was hollow, Vinton visioned the remuda churning
forming an almost circular cup more than back and forth across the dry sands of the
a hundred feet in diameter. The gently river bed while the hands watched ex
sloping side of the cup was scored by pectantly.
many hoof prints. At the bottom, about “ By gosh, it might work here!” he ex
fifty feet below, gleamed a broad, silvery claimed. “ May be the answer to the whole
expanse. loco business. Come on, horse, we got
work to do.”
UT there was no exultation in Ranee He led the horse to the center of the
B Vinton’s heart as he stared down
ward. Instead, there was a return of the
cup and began walking in a circle.
As boots and hoofs beat the surface of
clammy feeling of cold he experienced in the sand, dust arose. But this soon ceased.
the cave. For the gleaming surface of the “ We’re doing it, feller,” Vinton ex
“ pool” below consisted of smooth, hard- claimed. “ The sand’s getting damp.”
packed white sand. The trudging feet beat out a shallow
“ Reckon maybe it catches some water trench as the sand packed down. Soon
during a heavy rain,” Vinton muttered the bottom of the trench was covered
dully. “ But, blast it, those hellions don’t with a glassy film. Another ten minutes
wait for a rainstorm to do their wideloop- and they were sloshing through a couple
ing. There hadn’t been any rain for two of inches of water.
weeks when they combed our southwest “ See how it works?” exulted Vinton.
pasture. Come on, horse, maybe there’s a The bottom of the cup was solid rock.
puddle down there somewhere we can’t When it rained, water seeped ■ down
see from up here.” through the sands but couldn’t go past the
Hopelessly enough, he trudged down rock. The covering sand held evaporation
the slope. He reached the bottom and to practically nothing, so the cup filled
glared wildly about. Nowhere was there almost to the surface with only a com
a hint of water. He stepped out onto the paratively thin covering of sand on top of
gleaming surface for a better look. The it. Their tramping beat down the sand
sand, he realized, was different from that into the water and forced the water to
of the desert. The edges of the grains were the surface. A herd of cows or a dozen
not sharp. They were smooth and rounded. horses would soon have had water all
Vinton picked up a handful of them and over. “ Careful, now, or you’re liable to
sifted them through his fingers, glancing put a hoof through. This stuff is just like
about the while. quicksand. Okay, this’ll do.”
Suddenly his gaze fixed. Along the edge He let the horse drink as much as was
of the white sand was something green. safe. Then he drank all he dared himself
and filled his canteen to the brim. The
water was slightly brackish but quite I Have Earned an Average o f
palatable.
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“ It won’t stay up long,” he mused, “but
we know how to gel more if we need it.
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