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CHAPTER VI
Ellen drew up on the bluff at
the edge of Johnson’s Prong. A
windmill on Sheriff Nate Hart’s
place, near the upper end of the
valley, caught the sun’s rays and
heliographed them to her.
Her glance picked up a puff of
smoke, and a fraction of a second
later there came the sound of a shot.
She dipped down into the Canyon,
following the steep trail winding
among the boulders. It was a rough
descent, one not used often. Ellen
had come this way because the can
yon route to town was a prettier one
than the dusty wagon road usually
taken.
She swung around a great boulder
and came face to face with a man.
Both of them pulled up, taken com
pletely by-surprise. He was a lean,
bronzed man, broad of shoulder,
strongly built. A vague memory
stirred in her. She must have known
him when she lived here before go
ing to school.
“Good morning,” he said. “Did
you meet anybody as you came
down the canyon?”
“No,” she told him.
“Are you headed for Round Top?”
he said.
“Yes.”
“Don’t go,” he replied curtly.
I Ellen sat a little straighter on the
horse. Her chin set. “Why not?”
“There has been some trouble. A
man has been killed.”
Ellen echoed the last word.
“Killed?”
“Shot from ambush—drygulched.”
She stared at him, her eyes on
his. “Who was killed?”
“Man named Tetlow. Lives on
Fisher Creek.”
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know. I heard someone
galloping away through the brush,
and a little later I came across the
■body.”
“Just before I started down the
canyon I heard a shot,” Ellen said.
“Just one. Do you think they had
a quarrel?”
“No. Tetlow didn’t have his gun
out. A bullet from a rifle went
through the back of his head.”
“Murder.” The word fell from the
girl’s lips in a low, shocked voice.
“The second in a week. Are the big
cattlemen starting in to kill all the
settlers who are in their way?”
“No.” He spoke sharply, instant
ly. “These men were both rustlers,
according to common report. They
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lived violently and made enemies.
Maybe they quarreled among them
selves.”
“One of them was my cousin.”
Then, as her glance fell on the
rifle in its scabbard beside the sad
dle, there jumped to her mind a
horrid thought. He might have done
it himself. Why was he carrying a
rifle in a country where the almost
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Ellen echoed the last
word, “Killed.”
universal custom was to wear only
revolvers?
“Was Jim Tetlow your cousin?”
he asked.
“No. Buck Hart, by marriage.”
“Then you live in the hills here,”
he said.
“My name is Ellen Carey.”
There jumped to his mind the pic
ture of a thin, long-legged, harum
scarum girl flying about the Black
Butte country on a pinto horse. It
was amazing that such a child could
have developed into such a beauty.
“Lane Carey’s daughter?”
“Yes.” She frowned at him, on
the verge of a discovery. “You are
Calhoun Terry,” she said. “I knew
I’d seen you before. You were a
friend of my father then.”
“Before I committed the crime of
trying to better myself honestly and
lawfully,” he explained.
She knew those who looked at
what he had done from another an
gle, but she did not intend to dis
cuss it with him.
“What are you going to do with
. . . the body?” she asked.
“I’ll notify his friends where to
find it.”
“I could tell the coroner while I’m
in town.”
He shook his head. “Better not
go to town thjs way, Miss Carey.
The killer may still be down there
in the flats somewhere.”
Ellen looked at him, startled.
“You don’t think he would hurt me,
do you?”
“Not unless he thought his safety
required it. Maybe not then. But
he might fire from the brush before
he realized you aren’t a man.”
“You mean, thinking I might be a
witness against him.”
“It’s just a chance. But why take
it? I’ll ride up the canyon with you
as far as the Hartman place, just
to be certain.”
“It’s not necessary. I haven’t seen
anybody coming up the canyon—ex
cept you.”
Something in the way she said it,
some inflection that was an un
intended betrayal of her thoughts,
caught his attention and fixed it. For
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the first time he understood that he
was under suspicion.
Grimly he smiled. “Nobody—ex
cept me. And I came direct from
the scene of the crime, carrying the
rifle that may have held the car
tridge. Maybe it is not safe for you
to ride up the gulch with me, since
you’re the only eye-witness against
me.”
Their eyes met and held, search
ing for what lay beneath the sur
face. Into Ellen’s consciousness
there beat an assurance that this
man was no assassin. He was stiff
and very likely wrong-headed. But
to look at that lean, strong-jawed
face, clean-cut and forceful, was as
surance of some fundamental de
cency in him.
“I’m as safe with you as I would
be with my father,” she said quietly.
He was a man not easily moved,
but her words sent a little shock of
pleasure through him. He looked at
her.
“Some of your friends might not
say so,” he answered dryly.
Turning the head of her mount,
Ellen began the climb. He fell in
behind her. Neither of the riders
spoke.
When they came out on the top of
Johnson’s Prong the man moved for
ward and rode beside Ellen. He
looked across the North Fork Val
ley, the creek winding through it a
ribbon of silver, to the forests
marching up the huddled hills to the
blurred horizon’s edge. A snatch of
Heber’s missionary hymn jumped
again to his mind. He laughed sar
donically.
The girl looked at him. “You are
amused?”
He quoted the verse:
“. . . every prospect pleases
and only man is vile.”
Her eyes, judging him indignant
ly, refused to join his mockery. “I
don’t find murder funny,” she said.
“I wasn’t thinking of murder, but
of the man who turned his back on
his friends. I suppose you would
oall him a traitor.”
“It isn’t my business to call him
anything.”
“You don’t need to have anything
to do with him—after we reach the
fork in the road just ahead. That’s
so. You can go back to your nice
good friends, who shoot at enemies
as they pass, through a window.”
“That’s not true!” she cried.
“My mistake. I should have said
cousin, not friend. The name is
Lee Hart.”
“When did he shoot at you—if he
did?”
“Wednesday a wesk ago, about
4 p. m., from the Red Triangle Sa
loon.”
She did not speak for a moment,
and when she did it was to repudiate
Hart. “He isn’t really my cousin.
Only a distant relative by marriage.
I haven’t spoken to him five times in
my life.”
They had come to the trail fork.
The path to the left led to Black
Butte, the other eventually to the
Diamond Reverse B.
For days Ellen’s mind was full of
this adventure and the man who had
shared it with her. He had not
asked her not to tell that she had
seen him coming into the canyon,
but she did not mention it to any
body.
CHAPTER VII
Excitement ran like a prairie fire
through the Buck River country.
The heat of it converged on Cal
houn Terry. He had reported find
ing the body of Tetlow, after having
been seen by two men an hour or
so after the Killing not far from the
upper end of Box Canyon. When
seen, he had a Winchester rifle in
a scabbard tied to the side of his
saddle.
The sheriff’s posse had followed
the trail of a horseman from the
body to the lower mouth of the can
yon. Here he had been joined by
another rider.
Sheriff Hart rode up to the Dia
mond Reverse B to ask Terry to
explain his movements. His broth
er Lee had suggested a posse, on
which Jeff Brand and Jack Turley
had offered to serve, big enough to
capture the foreman of the ranch
unless his men offered organized re
sistance. But Nate Hart decided
against this.
“We haven’t evidence enough on
which to convict him—nothing like
enough,” he said. “No sense in go
ing off half-cocked.”
“You’d better let me and some of
the other boys go along,” Lee in
sisted.
The sheriff’s eyes drifted a little
scornfully over his heavy-set, bow
legged brother. “I’m going for busi
ness, not war. If I took you along,
Lee, it would be like waving a red
rag at Cal.”
The sheriff found Terry looking
over the ranch accounts.
Hart was in his early thirties, big
and rangy and vigorous. The gen
•eral opinion was that he was by all
odds the best of the Hart brothers.
“I’ve heard a lot of talk, Terry,”
he said. “Thought I’d better ride
up and find out what you have to
tell me.”
“You mean about your brother
shooting at me from the Red Tri
angle,” Terry said, on the theory
that a swift attack may be the best
defense.
“Don’t believe all you hear. My
brother didn’t shoot at you.”
“I must have imagined the holes
in my hat,” Calhoun said.
The sheriff did not pursue that
line any further. “What I want to
talk about is the Tetlow killing. You
were the first to reach the body.
Were you in time to see the killer?”
_ “N<k I heard the shot He was
gone when I found the body.”
“What were you doing down on
the North Fork at that time?”
“I was on my way back from Jim
Creek, where I had been to see the
station agent about wiring for some
cars I needed to make a shipment.”
“We found two sets of tracks, both
very recent. You didn’t happen to
see anybody else?”
“I met two men on the mesa
above.”
“But nobody in the canyon?”
“No. Isn’t it possible that the
second set of tracks could have been
made by the killer while he was
escaping? He may have passed up
the canyon before or after me.”
“Yes, it may have been that way.
But the tracks show that the two
rode side by side for a ways after
they reached the prong.”
“Not necessarily. The tracks may
have been made at the same time,”
the foreman fu ’"c” ’
“The men who met you on the
mesa say you had a rifle with you.”
“I always carry a rifle, sheriff,
since my life was attempted at
Round Top the other day.” Terry
added with soft-voiced sarcasm: “A
precaution that seems necessary.”
“Like to look at your rifle, if you
don’t mind.”
“Help yourself.” The ranch man
ager waved a hand at the weapon,
which hung in its scabbard on the
wall.
The sheriff broke the gun, took
out a shell, and looked at it. He
put the cartridge in his pocket. After
examining t<r rifle he replaced it.
“Same size shell,” he commented.
“And a .45-70 Winchester like this.”
“Maybe the killer borrowed my
gun,” Terry drawled.
“Bullets from the same rifle killed
my brother Buck and Tetlow. Both
bodies had notes pinned on them in
the same handwriting, a warning
that this was what happened to cat
tle thieves.”
“Want a sample of my writing?”
Terry asked contemptuously.
“I have plenty of them.” The sher
iff fired a swift question. “Where
were you when my brother was
killed?”
“When was he killed?”
“It must have been about five
o’clock in the morning of the same
day you were at Round Top in the
afternoon.”
“That’s right early. I reckon I
was in bed. It’s the slack season.
I don’t have breakfast till about
seven.”
“Can you prove you were in bed?”
“No. I expect Jim Wong would
testify I ate bacon and eggs and a
plate of hot cakes at breakfast two
hours later.”
“Two hours later won’t help. Buck
was killed, as you know, on the
range where your cattle run. You
might have ridden out and back.”
“Your brother must have had ear
ly business,” Terry said significant
ly-
“Leave him out of it,” Hart cut
back harshly. “I’m talking of you.”
The Diamond Reverse B man
flung back the challenge instantly.
“I don’t like the implication, based
on no evidence, that I shoot down
men from ambush.”
The sheriff had not come for a
fight. He said grudgingly: “I’m not
claiming you shot my brother and
Tetlow. I think you know more
about it than you have told.”
“I know nothing whatever about
it.”
“All right. Why couldn’t you say
so? That’s all I want to know—for
the present.”
Hart turned to walk out of the
room.
“Dinner in about half an hour if
you care to stay, Mr. Sheriff,” he
said, with no warmth.
It was a custom of the country
that any stranger who dropped into
a ranch near mealtime stayed to
share it.
The officer declined. “Thanks, no.
I brought a snack along with me.
I’ll be hitting the trail.”
(To Be Continued)
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Accompanied by Messrs. Guyton
S. McLendon and E. H. Cheek, the
following boys reached camp last
Monday, July 21: Wilson Fryer,
James Collier, Andy Lanier, Mack
Balkcom, ‘ Kenneth Tabb, Lewis Pat
terson, Joel McDowell, and James
White. Everyone reported having
spent a most enjoyable week at the
camp, which is near Covington, Ga.
Three of the most prominent men
who helped to make the week a
success were: W. A. Maddox, Camp
Director; G. P. Donaldson, Dean of
Abraham Baldwin College; and T.
G. Walters, State Executive Secre
tary. Mr. G. P. Donalson led all
group singing, stunts, and recrea
tional activities. He was assisted by
Mr. Paul Gaynes. pianist, also from
Tifton.
This Convention was the twelfth
annual convention to be held by
the Georgia Association of Future
Farmers of America and reported to
have been the biggest success yet.
Every morning was devoted to busi
ness sessions and meetings, while
each afternoon was devoted to Rec
reational Activities. A program or
picture show was held each night
under a large tent, which was the
assembling place. A movie, “Clipped
Wings,” and a comedy were shown
Tuesday night. Wednesday night
the Clarkesville F. F. A. Chapter con
ferred the Junior Farmer degree on
a large number of boys from over
the state. “Skull and Crown,” an
other enjoyable motion picture, was
shown Thursday night. Friday night’s
program was devoted entirely to
stunts in which Blakely members
took a great part. A special attrac
tion for Friday night was the N. F.
A. Quartet from the Swainslboro
chapter, which rendered several
enjoyable selections.
Among the outstanding speakers
and guests of the week were: Bill
Prance, of the WSB Farm and Home
Hour ■in Atlanta; M. D. Mobley,
State Adviser; Dr. M. D. Collins,
State Superintendent of Schools;
Tom Linder, Commissioner of Agri
culture; J. C. Haynes, Public Rela
tions Department; L. M. Sheffer,
State Supervisor for Agricultural
Education; and Mike Benton, Presi
dent of the Southeastern World’s
Fair. These lectures were both in
structive and enjoyable. M. H. Bel
cher, President of the Georgia As
sociation of Future Farmers of Amer
ica also played a great part in the
program throughout the week.
It was learned that four boys of
the Blakely Chapter had gained their
Georgia Planter’s Degree, which they
will receive at the State Rally in
Macon this fall. They were: Thomas
Hatcher, Mack Jarrette, Joel Mc-
Dowell and James White. Out of 340
Chapters in the state of Georgia only
52 Georgia Planter’s degrees were
granted, four of these being granted
to Blakely boys.
The band proved a great success
during the week. Miss Mary Sue
Martin of Tifton served as Major
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; industry and said defense require
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i the industry’s products by 2,000,000
tons this year and an additional 2,-
000,000 tons next year.
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. non-agricultural employment increas
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a a new all-time high of 38,799,000 —
an increase of 3,365,000 since June,
■ 1940, and 1,900,000 more than the
r June, 1929, record. WPA employ
t ment dropped 77,000 and NYA 96,-
000. she said. OPM Associate Di
“ rector Hillman asked airplane com
-1 panies to employ and train women
i in defense jobs without lowering
t wages or working standards.
The Navy, War and Commerce
Departments jointly proposed the
i 60,000,000 Americans born in this
r country but without documentary
proof of citizenship apply to State
bureaus of vital statistics and similar
s agencies for “delayed birth eertifi
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5 which native-born workers are barred
from jobs in defense plants for lack
of such proof of citizenship.
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