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1 4 ,„ si'OEA SO FAR: Con Cameron
is arrested as a robber and murderer
when he rides alone Into the town of ,
Tivan. Someone had seen him on the j
trail with three fugitives, Lee Welsh and I
the two Raniers. They were Just casual I
acquaintances Con picked up in Fron- I
teras, but circumstantial evidence is
against him. The marshal, Nevil Lowe,
apparently does not know that Con is the
cowboy who saved his life a few days
before in Wild Horse, when Lowe was
nearly killed in a quarrel with Asa Brock,
Dynamite Downes, marshal of Wild
Horse, and a deputy called “El Mu
chacho.” Now Jailed as a suspect, Con
tells Lowe to wire Wild Horse and have
his old trail boss, Buzz Upperman, or
his pal, Caramba Vear, identify him.
Lowe does so, but neither Upperman
i nor Vear can be located. So Con and
another prisoner, Jeff Allmon, know their
only chance is to escape. They have Just
succeeded in dropping to the ground
from a window in the supply room.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER VI
Flat upon their bellies in the ditch,
the two waited. Jeff whispered to
, Con that his horse was in the corral
behind the jail. He had heard Nevil
Lowe order it brought there.
“So’s mine. Corral gate’s locked.
So’s the saddle-shed door. Our hard
ware’s in a locked case in Lowe’s
office.”
Clouds blanketed the sky, but oc
casionally the moon showed for a
minute or two. In such an interval
of pale light, they saw a dark group
halfway between courthouse and cot
tonwoods, coming their way. Ac
companied by furious snarling, the
group moved nearer ditch and cot
tonwoods.
On the edge of the ditch above
Jeff and Con some of the men halt
ed.
Moonlight showed the grim busi
ness thirty yards from Con and Jeff;
the dim shapes of horses under the
giant trees; movement of the men
beside them. Two men carpe at the
trot from somewhere behind the
building. Con stiffened automatical
ly-
“Over?” one of the men panted.
“We couldn’t find them fellows
downtown—”
“Half-over,” Jeff grunted. “We
seen enough.”
The pair broke into a run and
Jeff indicated a door standing open,
giving upon a dark room. He led
the way inside and Con heard him
fumbling, then the click that was
beginning to be familiar, of a lock
yielding.
“Come on!” Jeff commanded.
"Pick your hardware!”
They moved fast and surely to
loop their horses, and saddle.
Very quietly, they walked the
horses away and past the farthest
house of Tivan. Then at the mile
covering hard trot, Jeff led the way
into the rough north.
At dawn, Jeff looked familiarly
around and called it more than
twenty miles to Tivan—about twen
ty-five.
“House ahead a li’l’ ways. Across
that hogback. The man’s all right.
Friend of Dud Paramore’s. We can
eat there. Rest, too, if you’re galled.”
An hour later, they came to a
squat adobe house on a hillside.
Chickens, pigs, a couple of gaunt
and savage hounds, moved about
the yard. Under a ramada—an open
sided, brush-roofed shelter—a good
horse dozed. In the doorway two
fat and solemn youngsters stood
with thumbs in mouths, black eyes
wide. A big Mexican appeared be
hind them. His right hand, Con ob
served, was not in view. But when
Jeff gave Dud Paramore’s name, he
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' "Come in!” he said. “The house
is your house.”
While they ate beef and beans
served by his smiling wife, he talked
to Jeff. Con understood most of the
words, but the pace was too fast for
him. Jeff translated swiftly.
“Dud and his bunch had a fight
three days ago at the Heart Ranch.
Posse from Tonadura holed ’em up,
there. Perez, here, he was with
Dud. Dud killed one of ’em—peeler
named Cree from the Slash O. He
always passed for a friend of Dud’s
and Quill Hogan that rides with
Dud.”
They sprawled and drowsed while
Perez rode off to see if anyone was
in sight on their trail. Con heard
the rest of the story of Paramore’s
fight at the Heart. Cree’s killing
had apparently shaken the posse
men and the Paramores had got
away.
Perez came back before noon,
grinning. He had seen a dozen men
riding across the flats below the foot
hills, evidently looking for a trail.
But they had gone past the little trail
that led here.
Con listened to Perez giving de
tailed directions to Jeff. So when
they rode away from the house,
leaving some of Con’s silver with the
woman and the children, he had as
good idea as Jeff of their trail.
Memory came of the grave, con
cerned face of Janet Lowe, as she
tried to look at him without being
observed. And he had ridden into
Tivan so gaily sure that he would
be a friend of the Lowes as soon as
he met them! Several times he had
noticed her study of him—as if won
dering how so much viciousness as
he, in the role of Comanche, was
charged with, could be masked by
the face he wore.
They rode deeper into the Lobos
along a narrow valley and made
camp at a spring of which Perez
had told Jeff. As they smoked after
eating the food Perez had given
them, Jeff talked ramblingly, al
ways cheerfully, of past and present
and possible future. Listening, Con
added touches to the picture already
formed, of his odd, lawless cowboy
—and wondered.
They rode out of the valley next
morning across a ridge and down
slope toward another spur of the
Lobos. On a dim cross-tiail three
Mexicans traveled with a train of
burros lightly burdened. They had
been to Tonadura to sell mesquite
rocts and were going home, still
fifteen miles distant.
Con rode on, but Jeff stayed talk
ing. When he came at the gallop to
rejoin Con, he was roaring with
amusement, carrying his hat, which
jingled as he shook it.
“Fourteen dollars!” he gasped.
“Was they took back when I put old
Colonel Colt to gaping at ’em! I
left ’em a dollar apiece so’s they
can buy drinks and forget trouble.”
“Wait—a—minute!” Con cried.
“You mean you robbed those poor,
hard-working devils?”
“Let ’em grub some more mes
quite!” Jeff said cheerfully. “It’s
good, healthy work. This ain’t much,
but every dollar of it’s round and
will roll. Ne’ mind how you get it,
if you get it!”
Con looked at the Mexicans fifty
yards away. One sat upon the
ground with heads in hands, the
very image of utter despair. Jeff
was serenely dividing the silver. He
recalled what Martino Palafox had
said of him, that if he were crossed!
he was dangerous. He thought he
had best try persuasion—first.
“This is certainly going to make
you out the New Jesse James, to
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Jeff talked ramblingly of past, present and future.
Dud’s forty-five calibre crowd,” he
drawled. “Dud’ll ask you what
you’ve been doing. You’ll say: Why,
we just stuck up three great, big,
fierce mesquite grubbers, and looky
what we got—fourteen real dollars! ”
He shook his head as Jeff stared
uncertainly, kneed Pancho over and
took the hat. Pancho jumped into
the gallop and the Mexicans looked
up as he charged down at them.
“No tengo mucho Espanol!” he
said, smiling at them. “I don’t have
much Spanish. But my friend make
joke with this money. Here! You
take. Good, now?”
The man who was still holding his
head hopelessly looked up incredu
lously. Then he ran to Con’s stir
rup, waving his hands and fairly
spluttering. A younger Mexican
grinned at Con.
“He say got sick wife—got hunger
—very much need hard work money
this. Bad if other man take— one
time he kill him. Now—muy bien!
He good friend for you—make help
sometime—”
They were still shouting thanks
and goodbyes and waving when he
and Jeff rode over the next ridge.
Con looked expectantly at his com
panion, but Jeff seemed to have for
gotten the matter. But when Con
began practice of the quick draw,
he watched critically.
“Por dios!” Jeff said at last.
“You’re plenty smooth and speedy.
How-come you never slapped leather
with Quirk Ellis—or them marshals
in Wild Horse?”
“Scared to,” Con told him sol
emnly. “They might be faster. Then
where would I be? No . . .1 haven’t
got the slightest itch to be a gun
fighter, or collect notches. But in
a hard-case country, I’m going to be
able to hold my own. When I was
no more than knee-high to a short
Winchester, I knew where my uncle
kept his hogleg. I used to sneak it
out and practice. But he caught me,
when I was about seventeen. And
—he showed me a handful of things;
ways of cutting splits of seconds
off the draw. He mustn’ve been hell
on wheels, before he settled down.”
They came in early afternoon to a
log cabin on the bank of a swift,
shallow creek, where five men
played cards at the door.
A lanky, yellow-haired cowboy on
the log doorstep grinned at them.
The others turned to look them over.
Con understood that their coming
had been expected.
“Close squeak you had,” the lanky
cowboy said—as to old acquaint
ances. “Bet you heard hell gates
a-flapping when the stranglers
dragged out that illegitimate, Fant,
and the rest, and just missed you
all.”
“It was too close,” Jeff admitted,
swinging off.
“And when you got clear, you
knowed there was just one safe
place for you-all: with the only
bunch that Johnny Laws ain’t going
to bother,” Dud Paramore went on.
He had a high, almost singsong,
drawl, and his mechanical grin
matched Jeff Allmon’s. “So you
come hunting me, huh?”
“You certainly got ’em eating out
of your paw, Dud,” Jeff told him
admiringly. “I been telling Con,
here, about your outfit, and how it
was the only one to ride the Terri
tory with. So I pulled out of Fron
teras. All right for us to come
here?”
“What you mean is—all right for
you-all to stay,” Dud corrected him.
“Hadn’t been all right to come,
you-all would be biting daisies down
the line right now.” Dud gestured
toward the other men:
“Most of the main bunch. Big
Yager, that helped me rub out the
sheriff and clerk at Tonadura.”
The huge, stolid cowboy indicated
grinned and jerked a thumb toward
a slender Mexican whose short
chinned, flat-nosed face and beady
eyes gave him a reptilian look.
“I reckon it was me and you
poured the buckshot to ’em, Dud,”
he said in slow, husky voice. “But
’twas Snaky Gonzales that run out
from behind the wall after we
dropped ’em, to see what kind of
fees thev’d been collecting. I still
think he held out on us. Tley,
Snaky?”
Gonzales snarled. Then something
about Con’s expression seemed to
infuriate him. He came to his feet
with a wriggle, hand dropping to the
pearl hilt of a dagger on his belt.
“Mabbe you don’t like hah?” he
cried. “You look by me and make
face nose turn-up, hah? Me, I don’t
like your look. Mabbe I give you
something nice—knife by your neck,
hah?”
“Ah, Con’s all right!” Jeff said
hastily, with a quick side-glance at
the grinning Dud, who was looking
from man to man. “It’s just away
he’s got of looking at everybody.
He ain’t turning up his nose at no
body—”
“Keep out, Jeff,” Dud drawled.
“Every man kills his own snakes
in the Paramore Bunch. If Con
ain’t man enough to hold his own,
hell with him!”.,
“Kill him, Con!” Jeff snapped.
“No fooling with fists—”
Gonzales darted in, cat-quick,
shifted feet slashingly so that he
swerved right, then left, stooped
with the dagger held against his
shirt, point out.
Con had only lifted on his toes.
He twisted, even faster than the
knifeman had done, to hook a terrific
right to Gonzales’ unprotected jaw
just below the ear.
Gonzales’ feet snapped from the
ground. He seemed to hang bodily
from Con’s fist for the fraction of a
second, then dropped sideways to
the pine needles and sprawled mo
tionless. Con took one step forward
and stamped upon the thin blade of
the dagger. Dud Paramore contin
ued to grin mechanically. Then Big
Yager slapped his leg resoundingly
and whooped.
“Snaky forgot to ask Con could
he please cut his heart out!” he
cried, and Dud’s grin widened
slightly.
Gonzales moved jerkily, groaning.
Con slid a hand to his Colt and
watched coldly. The Mexican pushed
himself up to sitting position and
blinked stupidly around. Suddenly,
he scrambled up with loud slap of
hand on empty scabbard.
“Gonzales!” Con called sharply.
“Mira! Look! It would have been
more easy to kill you than to knock
you down. But I let you live—that
time. If you look at me again and
touch knife or gun—”
He half-drew the pistol from his
holster and Dud Paramore’s sing
song drawl cut in:
“Snaky! No mas! No more!”
Paramore announced, “We’ll hit
San Marcos tonight. Big baile there.
Lots of liquor. Lots of pretty gals
to dance around. Paramore bunch
owns Marcos.”
“He’s what I said,” Jeff muttered.
“Plain hell on wheels!”
(To Be Continued)
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