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THE STORY
I
CHAPTER I—Ruth Chiswick of L C
ranch, obsessed by fear of danger to her
outspoken and bullheaded father, Lee. from
a band of lawless rustlers headed by Sherm
Howard, decides to save him by eloping
with young Lou Howard, Sherm's son, and
comes to the town of Tail Holt to meet him.
While in Yell Sanger's store, a crook-nosed
stranger enters, sizes up the situation, and
when a drunken cowboy, Jim Pender, rides
in and starts shooting, protects Ruth, while
Lou Howard hides. Disgusted with Lou’s
cowardice, Ruth calls off the elopement,
and sends the stranger for her father at the
gambling house across the street. There
the stranger, calling himself Jeff Gray,
meets Morgan Norris, a killer. Curly Con
nor, Kansas, Mile High, Sid Hunt, and other
rustlers, and Sherm Howard. Lee Chiswick
enters, with his foreman, Dan Brand, and
tells Sherm Howard of his orders to shoot
rustlers at sieht.
CHAPTER ll—Jeff Gray returns to Ruth
and coldly reassures her of her father’s
safety. At supper, Ruth introduces Jeff to
her father and Brand, and in Sanger’s store
later she speaks cordially to Curly Connor.
Coming out of the store, they are greeted
by sudden gunplay, Lee is wounded, and
Jeff Gray appears suspiciously with a smok
ing revolver.
CHAPTER lll—Two days later, Ruth tells
her father of her projected elopement and
her disillusionment. Later, separated from
her brothers riding the range, Ruth meets
Jeff Gray, whom she thinks tried to kill her
father. He asks her who fired the first of
the two shots in the affray When he tries
to hold her bridle, Ruth accidentally presses
the trigger of her gun, and wounds Jeff. She
takes him to Pat Sorlev’s tamp.
CHAPTER IV—Talking over the shooting
with Sorley, Ruth is credulous of Jeff’s
story of shooting at the assassin rather than
at her father, and later pleads with Lee to
listen to him. When Lee arrives at Pat Sor
ley’s camp, he finds only a note to Pat from
Jeff. Meanwhile, Jeff rides into Tail Holt
and sends word to Sherm Howard he wants
to see him. He shows Howard a poster with
his picture, with the name of Clint Doke,
wanted as the leader of a band of outlaws
and robbers. The rest of the band arrives.
CHAPTER V—Jeff shows the outlaws the
poster and asks their confidence, and tells
them Ruth shot him. They agree to allow
him to stay. Another raid on the L C cattle
causes Lee to line up his men in pursuit,
and to send his son Frank to town to recon
noiter. Pat Sorley finds Gray’s horse’s hoof
marks on the trail with the suspected rus
tlers’. Frank, in town, hears news of his fa
ther's chase, sees Gray examining horses'
hoofs at the hitching post, and has a fight
with Lou Howard.
CHAPTER VI (Continued.)
“All right?” Chiswick asked, in
a whisper.
“Yes,” Gray snapped. “This
way.”
He ran crouching along the bed.
The brush along the bank protected
them from observation. Leaping
flames from the stable drove back
the darkness. The fugitives were
brought up by a barbed-wire fence
stretching across the creek. They
crept between the strands.
They stood in a clump of mesquite
on the edge of the creek.
Gray said: “Ready to leave town
yet? Or am I still too big a liar to
believe?”
“I don’t know what you are,”
Frank answered. “Hadn’t been for
you they would have got me. But
you fired the first shot at me.”
“You were walking right into
their ambush. I fired to stop you.
“No. I didn’t really see him—
He’s lit the hay.”
Lucky for you. It started them up
before you were close enough to hit
in the darkness.”
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Frank was still suspicious and
ashamed of it. “You disguised your
voice when you talked with them in
the barn.”
“So I did. I’m staying here. Would
you want me to yell out my name
to them?”
“You saved my life. No two ways
about that. At the risk of yore
own.”
“Oh, hell!” Gray said. “You’re
such a fool someone has to look
after you . . . Where is yore
horse?”
“At the Alamo corral.”
“Then get down there and sad
dle. Hit the trail for the L C—
quick as you can.”
The younger man agreed. “I’m
much obliged,” he added gruffly.
“I won’t forget it.”
Gray watched him go, then cut
across to the main street and
joined those who were hurrying to
the fire. He saw the roof of the
barn crash in as he climbed over
the wall.
His gaze swept the crowd. He
caught sight of Morgan Norris and
joined him.
“How’d the fire start?” he asked.
Norris slid a look at him. “How
would I know?”
“Thought maybe you were among
those here early,” Gray said light
ly. It was important for him to
find out whether he had been recog
nized by the ambushers. He thought
not, since in the darkness he had
not known any of them. But he
had to be sure.
“No, sir, I wasn’t.”
The eyes of Norris were slits of
shining light. This business tonight
had got out of hand, and he had to
watch his step. He had started out
to kill one man, not three. Now
there would be war to a finish with
the L C outfit. Lee Chiswick would
not rest until he had avenged the
death of his son and the other two
riders.
“Thought I heard some shooting,”
Gray said guilelessly. “I was down
at Ma Presnall’s fixing to turn in
when things began to pop.”
“I reckon some drunk was punc
tuating the scenery,” Norris said,
watching his words. “Me, I was
playing seven-up with some of the
boys.”
“Likely some lad was bedding
down in the hay and lit it from his
cigarette,” Gray suggested.
“Might be that way. If so, hope
he got out.”
“Time this town had a fire de
partment,” the red-headed man
mentioned. “If a fire started when
the wind was blowing hard, the
whole main street would go.”
“So it would,” Norris agreed in
differently. “But I got no chips in
this town’s real estate.”
A vaquero known as Kansas si
dled up to them.
“Fire’s burnin’ out,” he said to
Norris.
Gray read fear in the man’s shifty
eyes. He decided that Kansas had
been one of those involved in the
attack. Like Norris, he had been
appalled at the swiftness with which
three men had been wiped out so
horribly. To shoot men was one
thing; to burn them up another.
“Morg and I were just hoping no
body got caught in there,” Gray
told the cowboy.
The startled eyes of Kansas
stabbed at Norris. “Why would
there be anybody in there?” he
asked hoarsely. “You don’t figure
that—that —”
“We don’t figure a thing,” Norris
answered, his cold gaze fixing Kan
sas. “Crook-Nose here allowed that
maybe someone sleeping in the hay
might have lit it from a cigarette.”
“Gray is the name, if you’re
meanin’ me,” the red-headed man
drawled gently.
“That’s right.” The young killer’s
words dripped malice. “Clint Gray,
isn’t it?”
“No, sir. Nor Jeff Doke. Jeff
Gray would be right. I’m a little
particular about my name, Mr. Nor
ris.” The steady gaze warned the
other that he was treading on dan
gerous ground.
“Call yoreself Paddy Ryan or
John L. Sullivan for all I care,”
Norris said, his laugh insolently of
fensive. “Well, the show’s over. I’m
headin’ back to the seven-up game.
You cornin’ along, Kansas?”
Gray watched them go. “That’s
two of them,” he thought. “Lou
Howard is probably another.”
He walked up the main street to
the Golden Nugget and sat in at a
poker game.
Sherm Howard slammed a big fist
down on the table in front of him.
“Never saw anything more crazy
in my life. That’s no way to get a
man—lie in wait for him right here
in town so Lee Chiswick will know
some of us must have done it.
Couldn’t some of you have bush
whacked him out on his own range?
On top of that, you bump off three
men instead of one. Bad medicine,
Morg. These aren’t the old days.
We got to be more careful what we
do. And you’re not satisfied with
shooting. You’ve got to burn ’em
to death, like you were a bunch of
Apaches.”
“Ride yore son Lou,” Norris said
sulkily. “He was in it deep as any j
of us.”
“I’ll ride you all. It was the most |
foolish thing I ever heard of white
men doing. We’ll never hear the
end of it. Were you all drunk?”
demanded Sherman Howard.
“Not drunk. We’d been drinking \
some.” Norris explained resentfully.
“Not our fault three of them got ;
caught. We laid for young Chis
wick. The other two popped up out
of nowhere. Nobody knows who they
were. They got what was cornin’ to
them for buttin’ into a game where
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: THURSDAY, APRIL 14, 1938,
they weren't invited.”
“We didn’t aim to burn ’em,” Lou
Howard whined. “W T e told them to
come out so as we could arrest
Frank Chiswick.”
“Arrest nothing,” Norris said,
snarling at young Howard. “We
aimed to put him outa business.
You egged us on because you were
sore as a toad on a skillet account
of his having whopped you. What’s
the use of lying among ourselves?”
“You’re whistling right we meant
to rub him out,” Kansas admitted
despondently. “But like Lou says,
we didn’t mean to burn him. The
idea was to blast him as he walked
up to Sanger’s from the boarding
house. And we didn’t figure on the
two other guys who busted in and
took chips.”
“When did they come to town?”
Sherman Howard snapped, his su
perabundance of stomach overflow
ing the table as he leaned forward
accusingly. “Who saw them after
they got here? Who were they?”
“I wouldn’t know the answer to
any of those questions, Sherm,” an
swered Norris, sulkily defiant. “Bet
ter ask Lou. It was his party. May
be he knows.”
The opaque eyes of the older How
ard rested on his son, not without
contempt. It was plain that Lou
was sweating fear. Maybe he had
better get him clear out of this part
of the country before he broke down.
That could be arranged later. Just
now he would send him up into the
hills. The big man brought his mind
back to the immediate business of
the day.
“Mighty funny about these two
mysterious L C men,” he said,
thinking aloud. “What did they
come here for? Where did they
leave their mounts?”
“Search me,” Kansas replied. “I
didn’t see but one cf ’em.”
“How do you know there were
two? Who saw the other? Did you,
Morg?” challenged Howard.
“Sure I saw him. He was in the
barn. Up in the loft Saw him
when we rushed the stairs’.” Norris
rubbed tenderly the side of his
head, where he had been pistol
whipped during that rush. To him
it seemed that the loft had been full
of defenders.
“But you don’t know who he was?’
“No, I don’t. It was black as a
manzanita gulch in the dark of the
moon. No way of telling who was
roosting up there.”
“Hmp! Something here I don’t
get. Looks like Lee Chiswick has
a card up his sleeve.”
A knock sounded on the door.
Sherm Howard barked, “Come in!”
Jim Reynolds, owner of the Alamo
corral, walked into the room. He
was a short, thickset man with
slanted eyebrows that always
seemed to be asking a question. He
nodded a casual greeting.
“Just happened to be passing,
Sherm,” he said. “Don’t know as
it’s important, but I thought I’d let
you know young Chiswick has left
town.”
After Reynolds had gone, the big
man turned on the others with bit
ter sarcasm. “Now we don’t know
where we are at. You're a fine
bunch of warriors. Arbuckle hands,
I would say. Why pack guns at
all? Better shuck them and go back
to Kansas and lowa. All four of
you plugging at this Chiswick and
he gets off scot free You’d better
find out soon as you can about the
other two fellows who were with
Frank. Maybe they’re getting sore
sides laughing at you. Was there
a back door to this stable?”
“No, there wasn’t” Norris said,
sullenly. “I don’t see—”
He stopped, a sudden gleam of
light in his smoky eyes.
“Well?” asked Sherm.
“They kept making a noise up
stairs in the loft some kind of
pounding.” Morg Norris ripped out
a vicious oath. “I’ll bet they
knocked a hole in the ’dobe wall
and got away.”
“Sounds reasonable,” jeered their
leader. “You boys were having such
a good time at the fire you never
thought to watch the back of the
barn.”
“Why should we, Sherm, when
there was no door and no window?”
Kansas protested.
“What did you figure the ham
mering was about—that they were
making toys to play with?”
“We didn’t know. Looked like we
had them trapped and we were
watching the front door for the time
when they made their break.” Kan
sas added a heartfelt wish: “Hope
you’re right, Morg. I’m no Injun.
I’d hate to think I was anyways
responsible for men being burnt.”
“All right. Go find out the facts,”
ordered Howard.
Twenty minutes later his men re
ported that there were no bodies in
the ashes and that a hole had been
knocked in the stable wall.
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Text: Hosea jxiii:l4. I will ransom
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This prophecy was given about
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unto two of His disciples as they
went on their journey toward Em
mbus. And they talked together of
all these things which had happened.
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with them, but their eyes were hold
en that they should not know him.
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and are sad?”
'Cleopas answered and said unto
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Jerusalem, and_ hast .not known the
things which are come to pass there
in these days?” And he said, “What
things?” And they said unto him,
“Concerning Jesus of Nazareth.” Je
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As they drew near to the village
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him, saying, Abide with us: for it is
toward evening, and the day is far
spent. And he went in to tarry with
them.
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brake, and gave to them. And their
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The last words Jesus spake unto
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