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Western Action 1954-10 Key Witness, by Lon Williams
Western Action 1954-10 Key Witness, by Lon Williams
KEY WITNESS
Judge Steele was beginning to wonder which was really worse - the culprits who came
before him, or the lawyers who wrangled over them. Be-consarned if he wouldn’t rather
hang French Demeree and Wade Claybrook instead of the latest prisoner!
JUDGE WARDLOW STEELE mounted Steele could read that indecision in their
Flat Creek’s judicial rostrum and sat contemptuous, surly eyes. Well, by
down. As usual, he expected trouble, and thunder, he’d help ‘em make up their
there was a savage gleam in his blue eyes. minds.
Before him had assembled Flat Creek’s “Sheriff, call court,” he growled
worst—potential cutthroats, thieves, tigerishly, and gave his straw-colored
murderers, robbers, and nondescript tail- mustache a jerk to left, then one to right.
enders of a mighty gold rush, who were Sheriff Jerd Buckalew, tall, rawboned
looking for any promising substitute for and poker-faced, pounded an inverted
honest diggin’s. Many of those barrel with his forty-five. “Court’s now in
undesirables were as yet undecided session; any long-eared hoofer as thinks it
whether they had anything to fear from ain’t, will get a knot tied in his tail.”
this clumsy, bumbling court of law. Judge Heavily-armed deputies, posted at
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rose calmly. “Your honor, I object to that Cheever’s eyes were wide at this
one called Mundy Welkin, alias unexpected turn. “What for?”
Horsethief.” Steele nodded at Sheriff Buckalew,
“Now, see hyar, Demeree, you got no who nodded at his chief deputy.
right to bring up a man’s past.” Dan Trewhitt, almost seven feet tall,
“It’s not that, your honor; his having and weighing two hundred and fifty
been a horse thief is not objected to. pounds, stepped out and lifted Weedy
Objection is this: he happens to be a crony Cheever’s hat. Trewhitt’s eyes bugged.
of one Weedy Cheever, a shady character “Well, ain’t that something! Look, Judge,
Mr. Claybrook will rely on as his key it’s got a derringer in it; no wonder he
witness. With a crooked witness to swear didn’t want to take his hat off.”
lies, and a crooked juror to pass on them, a Steele glared at Claybrook. “So he’s
fair trial would be impossible.” your main blow, is he? Well, by thunder,
“I object to that,” Claybrook snorted he’s off to a bad start, if you ask me.”
indignantly. “This is no time to impeach a “Lup your right hands,” snapped
witness. Moreover, Mr. Demeree has no Skiffington. He mumbled his customary
way of knowing whom I intend to rely on rigmarole and concluded, “Go to witness
as my chief witness; unless he has some room.”
other objection to Horsethief Welkin, he
should be overruled.”
“Then I use a peremptory challenge,”
said Demeree, anticipating an adverse
H ERE, JUDGE Steele figured, was a
puzzler. What Claybrook was up to,
was anybody’s guess. It was Steele’s guess
ruling. “Mr. Claybrook, I perceive, is that Claybrook meant to use a polecat to
determined to be unreasonable, right or convict an unfortunate but well-meaning
wrong.” sheep-killin’ dog, who probably hadn’t
Claybrook pinked. “I resent that even killed a sheep. Claybrook could be
remark. Truth is, I am both reasonable and expected to fight, like a bulldog in a
right.” situation like that.
Claybrook’s cocksureness irked Judge Claybrook stood in his number
Steele. “Horsethief, come off of thar; twelves. “Now, your honor, I have an
Skiffy, call next name.” opening statement in this case.”
Skiffington called a name, and a Demeree shot up. “He can leave that
Vigilante came forward to replace Welkin. off, your honor. That has not been
This, in Steele’s opinion, was a decided customary in this court, and it comes as a
gain in behalf of justice. surprise; one in jeopardy of life or limb
“Witnesses come and be sworn.” should not be subjected to surprises.”
Four came forward, all with their hats “Demeree,” Steele agreed, “if
off except one. That one was a dudish Claybrook makes an opening statement,
looking slack-jaw, in brown-and-white you can do likewise. Turnabout’s fair
striped suit and a round-topped hard hat. play.”
Clerk James Skiffington stared at him, Claybrook flushed. “I object to that
then shouted like a muleskinner, “Take off ruling.”
your hat!” “Objection overruled.”
“Huh?” “Then I shall forego making an
“Weedy Cheever, you heard me. Take opening statement, if it means he is to
off your hat.” have one, too.”
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to know if you have killed any giants.” Demeree started to get up but eased
A hush settled, then a roaring tempest back down, a vague hint of uneasiness in
of laughter broke. Judge Steele rose, fury his behavior.
in his face. He pounded hard, and silence “What did you notice about that
fell. hammer?” Claybrook asked.
He glared at French Demeree. Idaho held it up to show its dark stain.
“Demeree, you connivin’ stinker, I ought “It had blood on it, and what looked like
to have you throwed out for that.” He smears of brains. Sure was a mess.”
scowled at his audience. “One more “That is all,” said Claybrook.
unseemly exhibition, and I’ll clar this Steele scowled at Demeree. “Any
court room.” questions?”
Jurors bit their tongues to suppress Demeree got up, glanced warily at
heaving emotions. Sheriff Buckalew held Judge Steele, then shook his head as if to
a hand over his rough face. say he had questions but was afraid to ask
Demeree was penitent. “Your honor, I them. “No questions, your honor.”
humbly apologize; my breach of propriety Judge Steele seethed inside. This
will not be repeated.” Demeree from Tennessee wasn’t scared.
Steele was sour. “Apology accepted, He might be fooling spectators and jurors;
Demeree. Claybrook, call next witness.” he wasn’t fooling Wardlow Steele.
“Call Jim, alias Idaho, Stanton.” Consarn him, he was up to some trick—as
usual! “Call next witness, Claybrook.”
Hawk, and a verdict of not guilty should what he’s up to, but I warrant it’s nothing
now be directed.” proper or acceptable. I object.”
Claybrook wore a confident smirk. Judge Steele felt an official affection
“Now, your honor, Mr. Demeree’s toward his man Claybrook. He was
eloquence is not going to avail him reluctant to relinquish that affection. “See
anything. Mr. Cheever was neither hyar, Wade, Demeree ain’t yet said what
principal nor accomplice in murder; he he’s up to.”
was merely an eyewitness. As such, his “I object anyhow, your honor.”
testimony will not require corroboration.” This was too much. “Well, by thunder,
Claybrook faced his witness. “Mr. you can save your objection; Demeree,
Cheever—” what’s your proposition?”
Steele’s temper had grown hostile Demeree’s countenance was honesty
toward Claybrook. “Hold on thar, Mr. itself. “If your honor please, I propose to
Prosecutor. You’re taking too much for send my client out while Weedy Cheever
granted. You’re assuming that I’m taking is testifying. Then I would have him
your word against Demeree’s. Well, by testify in his own behalf, while Cheever is
thunder, I’m not taking nobody’s word; out. Our jury can then decide whether or
what I want is proof. Demeree, go ahead.” not Cheever was an accomplice.”
“I owe you my gratitude,” said Claybrook was indignant. “I object to
Demeree. “Now, see hyar, Demeree, don’t that. Cheever is not on trial here. Mr.
insinuate that I’m doin’ you a favor. If Demeree is trying to drag in a sideshow,
your client’s guilty, he’ll be hung.” and make a mockery of this proceeding.”
Demeree’s voice was delicately spiced “You lawyers hold on,” said Steele. He
with sarcasm. “Your honor so seldom got up and began a search. All this was
shows this humble servant any beyond his depth. Be-consarned if he
consideration,” he said quietly, “that I was could understand why Flat Creek citizens
momentarily overcome with appreciation. ever made him a judge anyhow.
I apologize.” His roving eyes spotted a familiar
Steele’s eyes got hot; he should have figure. “Bill Hacker, come up hyar.”
known better than give this bird any rope. “Coming, Judge,” responded a strong,
“Demeree, get down to business.” but agreeable voice. A big six-footer with
Demeree nodded and shifted his dark hair, close-cut mustache, mirthless
attention. “I would ask Mr. Claybrook dark eyes and twin sixguns strode forward.
another question. Sir, you concede, do you Affairs hung in abeyance until he had
not, that an accused man has a eased up and he and Steele were seated.
constitutional right to be present at every “What’s wrong, Wardlow?”
stage of his trial?” Steele faced his friend and legal
Claybrook had slumped into his chair. adviser moodily. “Bill, this water’s too
“I concede that, certainly.” deep for me, and I’m no good at
Demeree continued, but somewhat swimming. What am I goin’ to do?”
coolly, “You also concede, do you, that an
accused man may absent himself during
part of his trial, if he so desires?”
Claybrook got up sullenly. “Now, your
H ACKER gave his friend’s knee a
friendly squeeze. “You’re doing fine,
Wardlow, and you’re exactly right in
honor, I’m not going to participate in Mr. giving Demeree a chance. For once he’s
Demeree’s monkey business. I don’t know right. Our English forefathers laid it down
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as law that an accused could not he anyhow, I says, I reckon I might as well
convicted on the sole testimony of an drop by and see my old friend Galena
accomplice; in our country, such Pollard in Dead-Crow Gulch. Well, sir,
testimony must be corroborated either by that’s what I done. There was a pretty fair
convincing circumstances, or by other moon, and I could see to get about all
witnesses. Also, it is well established that right. And what 1 do see when I’m driftin’
a man on trial has a right to be present, but along in Dead-Crow Gulch? Well, sir, I
may waive his right. So, let Demeree sees a man slippin’ along with a big
proceed.” hammer in his hands. What’s goin’ on
“But, Bill, if we turn him loose on here? says I to myself. I stops to see
Claybrook, old Axe-face will whup him.” what’s up, and this here night-prowler
Hacker nodded. “Maybe he ought to, slips into old Pollard’s cabin. Pretty soon I
Wardlow. Claybrook is peculiar; he’s see a light in there, and I hurries up and
always at his best when he’s after some takes a peep. In there is this here Andy
innocent neck.” Sparhawk with a hammer, and old Pollard
Steele faced front. “Demeree, send is asleep on his bunk, face down.
your man out.” Sparhawk lifts his hammer, and wham! He
Demeree nodded to his client, and hits old Pollard like somebody hammering
Sparhawk followed a deputy-sheriff to a a hog’s head at butcherin’ time. After that,
back room. Demeree sat down and Sparhawk lifts a floor board and takes up a
assumed his usual poker-player heavy leather pouch, while over there on
expression. his bunk is old Pollard with a bashed head,
Claybrook sulked momentarily then and all bloody. I’m tellin’ you, when I sees
faced his witness. “You say your name is all that, I pulls my freight, and I ain’t
Sid Cheever?” stopped shiverin’ yet.”
“Said so,” Cheever replied nervously. “Did you see anybody else in there?”
“Where do you live?” “Nobody but them two.”
“Mostly I stay in Norton’s Camp on “What did you do after leaving there?”
Little Dog Branch.” “Come on to Flat Creek and got
“Gold miner?” drunk.”
“That’s me.” “When did you report what you had
“On last Wednesday night, did you seen?”
come down to Flat Creek by way of Dead- “Next morning. Told Deputy Dan
Crow Gulch?” Trewhitt.”
“That,” said Demeree without rising, Claybrook sat down. “That is all.”
“is a leading question, but I let it pass.”
Steele gave him a bitter look. “You
could have done that with your mouth
shut, Demeree.”
D EMEREE rose. “Your honor, I’d like
to cross-examine this monkey-faced
liar.”
“Cheever,” continued Claybrook, Claybrook pounced up. “I object to
“give an account of your whereabouts last that remark.”
Wednesday night.” “Set down, Claybrook.” Judge Steele
“Sure will,” said Weedy, his early glared at Demeree. “If you can prove
confidence shaken. “After I’d et, I says to Cheever a liar, Demeree, you’re welcome
myself, it’s about time I took a jaunt down to do so.”
to Flat Creek, and since I’m a-goin’ “I shall do so, your honor.” Demeree
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“Did you kill Galena Pollard?” your honor, Trewhitt can’t qualify as a
“Of course not; he was my friend.” witness. He’s not been kept out, like those
“Where were you last Wednesday other witnesses, and as required by law.”
night?” Steele turned to Hacker. “Bill, what in
“In bed. I was tired from a hard day tarnation does he mean by that?”
and went to bed early.” “He means that Trewhitt has been here
Demeree glanced at Claybrook. “You while others were testifying, hence knows
may cross-examine.” what they said. An exclusion rule requires
Claybrook got up with a surly that all witnesses be kept out, but it is
expression. “You and Mr. Demeree had within your sound discretion, and you can
rehearsed those questions and answers, let him testify if you deem that justice so
hadn’t you?” requires.”
Demeree sprang up. “That is mean, “Demeree,” said Steele, “you got any
cheap and contemptible. A truthful answer objection to Dan Trewhitt?”
does not require rehearsal.” “No, your honor; I regard him as
“Demeree, you set down thar,” snarled unimpeachable.”
Judge Steele; “you’ve had your turn.” Trewhitt was sworn by Skiffington. He
Demeree sat. went round and sat down.
Claybrook stared through his eyebrows “Trewhitt,” said Steele, “how many
at Sparhawk. “When were you first doors in Galena Pollard’s cabin?”
informed that Galena Pollard had been “Just one, Judge.”
murdered?” “Any cracks between logs?”
“Thursday morning, when Deputy “No, sir, shore ain’t. That cabin’s as
Trewhitt came to arrest me.” tight as a jug.”
“Didn’t you tell Trewhitt that you “Did Sparhawk confess to you that he
killed Pollard?” murdered Pollard?”
“No.” “Shore didn’t, Judge; he said he didn’t
“Didn’t Trewhitt take you up to know nothin’ about who done it.”
Pollard’s cabin and accuse you of Steele jerked his head. “Git off of thar,
murdering Pollard?” Dan.” He turned to Hacker. “Now what,
“Yes.” Bill?”
“And when you looked at Pollard’s “Ask your jury to bring in a verdict on
bashed-in head, didn’t you break down whether Cheever was an accomplice, or
and confess that you did it?” not.”
“I did not.” Steele faced his jury. “Men, go out and
“Have you ever been convicted of a fetch in an answer on this accomplice
crime?” question.”
“No.”
Bill Hacker pulled Judge Steele’s
sleeve. “Claybrook is getting too far
afield; we can end this trial in five minutes
T HEY FILED out and a couple of
minutes later filed back in. A rough-
hewn gold-digger remained standing. “He
by using Trewhitt as a defense witness.” warn’t no accomplice, Judge.”
Steele turned to Sparhawk. “Andy, “He warn’t, eh?”
take your old seat down thar by Demeree. “No, Judge; we figure Cheever done
Dan Trewhitt will be next witness.” that murder hisself.”
Claybrook shoved up furiously. “Now, Claybrook arose with an air of
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annoyance. “Your honor, Cheever has not Hacker stopped him. “Easy, Wardlow.
been on trial for murder, hence no verdict My boys will fetch him back. That’s why
on that can be legally rendered; it is they stay around—to lend a bit of moral
Sparhawk who has been tried.” support now and then.”
“All right, men,” said Steele. “Fetch in Steele nodded to Sheriff Buckalew.
a verdict on Sparhawk.” “Adjourn court, Bucky.”
They filed out and back. Their foreman When, a few minutes later, Wardlow
remained standing, as before. “He ain’t Steele and Bill Hacker were left to
guilty, Judge.” themselves, Hacker filled his pipe with
“Prisoner is dismissed,” said Steele. tobacco crumbs and fired up. “Let’s go,
He turned to Hacker. “What about Wardlow.”
Cheever, Bill? Can we try him now?” Steele lingered. “One question, Bill.
Hacker started to answer, but stopped. Why don’t we get Demeree on our side? If
Dan Trewhitt had gone out and come we had him for prosecutor, and Claybrook
back. “Judge, I’ve shore got bad news, and as defense lawyer, we’d get somewhar.”
I reckon us deputies got only ourselves to “No, Wardlow.” Hacker firmed his
blame.” burning tobacco. “With Demeree on our
“What in tarnation are you talkin’ side, we’d hang everybody, innocent and
about?” Steele demanded savagely. guilty alike.”
“Judge, I hate to say it, but that Steele stepped down. “I guess you’re
Cheever feller has ske-daddled. Climbed right, Bill. Be-consarned if I ain’t
out through a window and lit a rag.” beginning to see things in a different light.
Steele tightened like a toad. “Be- Even a murderer is entitled to a fighting
consarned—” chance.”