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Texas Rangers - February 1953
Texas Rangers - February 1953
Texas Rangers - February 1953
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THE YELLOW BRAND'...................................... Art Baker 68
The Daineridges were always proud of the name,
and when the old man showed yellow— it was a
pill far too bitter for young Austin to swallow
Short Stories
NIGHT IN SAN MARCOS......................... Frank P. Castle 53
Brace made his biggest mistake about— Laural
AS A MAN SHOULD BE..................... Joseph Horstmann 61
There are things a man will not take lying down
THE UTE KID.............................................. Thomas Calvert 86
When he opened his mouth, his spurs got caught
WHELPED BY A WOLF........................................ A1 Storm 97
It was plain his father meant to let him hangl
LASH OF FURY.................................... . D. S. Halacy.^ Jr. 107
Features
THE FRONTIER POST.................................... Captain Starr 6
WESTERNETTES ............................................ Harold Heller 9
SAGEBRUSH SAVVY.................................S. Omar Barker 93
THE CUP (A True Story).............................William Carter 94
Also See Tall Texas Tales on Pages 27 and 45, and
Texas Topics, by Sam Brant, on Page 75
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Nevada’s Glory Days
NE summer about 75 years ago, a Reno stands the fading, ramshackle rem
O young Nevada rancher sat beside nants of this most famous ghost town of
Carson River racking his brain for some the West.
method to boost water from the stream On the main street, amid saloons and
onto his parched pastureland. gambling halls—they have a pleasanter
Having an inventive mind, he devised word for the pastime now, “ gaming''—
and built an undershot paddle wheel. stands the home of the Territorial Enter
Powered by the current, it revolved and prise, Nevada’s first newspaper and the
lifted a small but constant flow. Delighted literary birthplace of Mark Twain, who
by the success of his simple invention, he was a reporter, then editor in the boom
hurriedly dug a system of irrigation days.
ditches and soon his rich grassland was This pioneer paper, founded in 1858, is
green again. still published as a weekly. The old plant
Occasionally the paddle wheel would has become a museum,.in which you see
lift surprised trout out of the river and the battered desk where young Sam
dump them into his ditchline. Perhaps it Clemens, alias Mark Twain, wrote
was that which led the inventive cattle “ Roughing It.” The original flat-bed press
man to plan a much larger wheel that is there, too. It was operated by water
would carry thrilled passengers. When power supplied by a flumeline 40 miles
the year 1895 came along, and the World’s long, by a principle similar to George
Fair opened at Chicago, he went there Ferris’ paddle wheel. Pioneer Nevadans
and built a gigantic wheel that loomed didn’t have much use for water as a bev
high over all other attractions. It was an erage, according to some accounts, but
immediate success. found that it had other valuable uses.
Yes, gals and galluses, you guessed it.
The rancher-inventor was George Ferris.
And in all the years since, no fair or Sagebrush and Jackrabbits
carnival is complete without a Ferris
Wheel. The visitor who gazes out over the
mountainous mine dumps and sees the
Far-Flung Fame crumbling ruins of Virginia City has a
hard time convincing himself thsk here
That was only one of many memorable stood a city renowned for its fashionable
things that came out of early-day Nevada. hotels, elaborate restaurants and stores as
Nevada’s first and greatest contribution fine as any in the East. In its heyday,
was three-quarters of a billion in silver Virginia City had a population greater
and gold that flowed out of the world’s than any city the sagebrush State has
richest bonanza, the Comstock Lode.
Virginia City was the hub of those The neighboring town of Gold Hill, now
fabulous diggings. In the dry and treeless almost entirely gone, boasted a census of
hills a half-hour’s easy drive south of 30,000. Another suburb, Silver City, was
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almost as populous.
Comstock millions supplied the founda
tion of many great family fortunes—
Hearst and Mackay “ Postal Telegraph” ,
to name two still prominent families—yet
hardly a dollar of those riches was used to
develop and benefit Nevada. The treas
ured hills have gone back to sagebrush
and the. jackrabbits. Most of those who
remain are involved in the “ gaming” in
terests, picking at the skeleton of de
parted glory.
The green pasturelands where George
Ferris lived and rode are richer than ever,
however. Many thousand head of cattle
and sheep graze in the deep grass of Car- T E L E V IS IO N '
son Valley nowadays. The gold and silver
are gone, but the good earth remains.
And there’s a lot of it in Nevada, well-
watered valleys and the homes of prosper
ous stockmen.
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The Aztec Indians had a temple that was world put together—and including, of
lyied with more than 100,000 skulls, the re course, Texas. The inanimate variety of
mains of offerings to their gods. They seem geysers, that is.
to have let the old adage, that two heads are
better than one, run away with them.
Calamity Jane, the renowned frontiers-
woman, was not called that for nothing, it
Sweetwater, Texas, gets its water from seems. She was married a dozen times, and
Bitter Creek. Which can probably be ex it is said that 11 of her husbands met ill-
plained by the fact that some folks drink fatedly premature deaths. Anybody still want
their coffee without sugar. And stop me if to argue that the female of the species is not
you’ve heard about the character who either more deadly than the male?
spooned eight heaping spoonfuls into his
coffee, then made a wrv face when he sipped
it. In 1519 Hernando Cortez, the Spanish
"If you want it sweet, why don’t you stir conqueror, got one of his biggest kicks out
it ?’’ suggested the" waitress. of learning from the Aztecs the secret of pre
The character glared at her. "Who wants paring a strange new beverage. Nope, you’re
it sweet ?” he replied loftily. wrong— it was neither tequila nor tiswiri,
He might have been from New Mexico, We call it hot chocolate today.
this character, but we think that’s putting
him a bit too far west. Story making the rounds In Oklahoma: A
little boy came home covered with oil, and
Here’s an item that will give you an idea as his mother yelled at him, “ Didn’t I tell you
to the age of Western inhabitation: Santa Fe not to dig holes in the yard?”
was established as a Spanish provincial capital
10 years before the Pilgrims landed at Armstrong County, South Dakota, said to
Plymouth in 1620. be the most sparsely settled county in the
country contains 15 ranches, which average
There are more geysers in Yellowstone 19,175 acres in size. A good place for agora
National Park than in all the rest of the phobia, seems like.
Rumors of a phantom pirate ship and a
enough dry fuel to start a fire, if the ing swine, for the sorrel was a superb cut
ground were scoured'long enough to lo ting horse, as quick-turning as he was fast
cate it, but it seemed doubtful if any great and powerful. And the Ranger had well-
blaze could be achieved in this drowned founded faith in his own ability to shoot
land. He watched with interest as the with speed and accuracy from a racing
men placed their lard pails and rendering horse at a fleeing target. But there’s no
equipment on firm, dry ground under the defense against a bullet in the back, and
cottonwoods, and set about gathering the in the coftfusion and excitement it would
driest possible kindling wood. be easy enough for Furlong or Donovan
From time to time Hatfield felt hostile to plant one there. Purely accidental, of
eyes upon him, and each time he turned course.
it was to find either Rod Furlong or Iron
Mike Donovan regarding him with uncon ■liftLACK smoke mushroomed from the
cealed hatred. It was a trifle unsettling, main bed of the marsh as fires were
since Hatfield was faced with the prospect ignited at several points. Soon the smoke
of engaging in a wholly new and exceed was laced with flames from the dry brush
ingly dangerous form of sport here. and reeds. With a great snorting and
He trusted Goldy to avoid the charg grunting, the hogs began to burst from
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cover and run splashing through water veering off to the left. Horror froze Hat
and sloughing through mud, and guns field in the leather then, as he saw Coray’s
started blasting on all sides of the blazing bay skid and slip in the muck right in
reed bed. front of the onrushing boar which was
Shoats and sows came first, sleek with slithering around broadside!
lard, but Hatfield had to fire twice to drop Coray’s gun clicked empty, but Hat
his first wild hog. The younger boars field’s field of fire was still blocked off by
emerged fighting, hooking with their the floundering bay. The black boar
wicked tusks. Hatfield was glad he was streaked in under th* horse’s belly, saber
on a mount like Goldy as the sorrel like tusks slashing and ripping and dis
wheeled away from one maddened, emboweling the bay. Rearing and trum
lunging hog, then spun clear of another peting in agony the horse fell, kicking
before Jim could get a shot at the first. and threshing in the brush. Coray was
Mort Coray, handling horse and guns flung clear in a jarring sprawl, showered
like a master, had already downed three with blood from the gutted bay.
of the creatures. It sounded like a full- The black hog wheeled and poised to
scale battle in the swamp as the hogs kept charge back at the fallen man. The third
coming, and the men went on firing from boar, a spotted giant, had halted uncer
their whirling, plunging ponies. tainly beyond Coray and the dying horse.
Hatfield had to empty his right-hand Driving in on Goldy, Jim Hatfield ham
gun before his second victim went down, mered shots from his left-hand gun into
rolling almost beneath Goldy’s dancing the black brute as it catapulted at Mort
hoofs. The footing was treacherous, dead Coray, who was still down, dazed and
pigs littered the sodden earth, and Hat helpless. Every slug went home, but the
field marveled that some of the horses boar roared onward, carrying all that lead
hadn’t fallen or been gored by the bolting as if it were nothing. Barely ten feet
hogs. And h e was still half-expecting the from the stunned, scrabbling Coray, the
clublike impact of a slug in his own back. hog finally pitched into a sliding fall that
The old boars held out the longest and ended with its bloodied tusks almost
came out the maddest, monstrous fire- brushing Coray’s body. Then the spotted
seared brutes with tough, scarred hides boar was coming in a headlong rush. And
and. tremendous shining tusks, roaring IJatfield was caught with both guns
and snorting in a frenzy of rage and pain. empty!
“ This way, Jim!” yelled Mort Coray, Goldy had pulled up when the black
pulling his bay off to the right. “ They’re hog went down. Hatfield sheathed the
breaking through over here!” smoking .45 and yanked his hunting knife
At a slight pressure of Hatfield’s knee, as the spotted beast bore down on Mort
the sorrel was off after the bay to close Coray who was struggling to his knees at
a gap that had opened in the perimeter of last. But Coray’s guns had been spent,
horsemen. Crashing through thickets of too.
agrito and bindweed, they came into an There was just one long daring chance
open glade ringed with palmettos, and left. Hatfield threw the sorrel forward
saw three great boars charging toward past Coray and the dead bay, head-on to
them in strung-out single file. ward that maddened black-and-white
Coray put his gelding straight at the monster with the enormous gleaming
first hog, a mottled red one, and Hatfield tusks, glimpsing the glimmer of Coray’s
followed, though unable to do any shoot blond head as they swept by.
ing because Mort was directly in his line
of fire. The red boar fell headlong, squeal
ing and rooting the mud as Coray’s Colt THE golden stallion raced in without
fear or hesitation. At the final split-
flared down at him. Mort swerved to in second, Hatfield kneed Goldy slightly to
tercept the second black hog, which was the left and leaned far and low from the
riK A T E 'S KOUSX Z1
saddle on the right, knife gripped in his way, you’ve got a home on the Crown.
big right hand. At close range the froth Welcome to stay as long as you like, Jim.”
ing, snorting boar was a hideous sight, “I sure appreciate that. I’ll probably
and a hooked tusk nearly caught Hat ride this way again some time.”
field’s arm as he struck at the back of “Don’t let it wait too long.”
the hog’s neck. The blade went in clean “ Try not to, that’s for certain.”
and deep, and was wrenched violently Back at the Crown, after Iris heard how
from Hatfield's grasp, almost tugging him Hatfield had saved her brother’s life, she
along with it. gazed at the Ranger with such sheer
The sorrel was already spinning in a adoration that his determination to pull
swift, tight turn when Jim Hatfield out in the morning was redoubled in spite
straightened himself in the sweated leath of his liking for Mort, and all the protests
er. The spotted boar was still hurtling at and objections the Corays might raise.
the kneeling Coray, the knife in its neck, Hatfield had a job of work to do, and
and for an awful instant Hatfield feared he was at least four days behind schedule.
he had failed. Coray would die horribly So morning found him following old
under those razor tusks! Then the hog cattle trails in a southwesterly course to
was faltering, slowing and breaking down, ward Bayou Lafitte and the Big Thicket,
to topple at last within touching distance leaving behind him in the colonnaded
of Mort Coray. manor house of Crown a sad-eyed man
The relief and reaction were so great and a weeping girl.
that Hatfield felt faint and giddy in the “ Some time, Goldy, we’re going to have
saddle, as he cantered back toward Coray. to light somewhere long enough to fall
Stepping down between the two dead in love with some nice girl,” he told the
boars, Hatfield raised Coray to his feet big, easy-gaited sorrel. “When that time
and held a canteen to his pale, numb lips. comes I reckon you’ll be out to pasture
They were standing there awed and word and I’ll be riding a desk chair instead of
less, arms about one another, when the this saddle. The way we travel and sky-
other riders galloped up and surrounded hoot around now, it wouldn’t be fair to
them. The scene had been witnessed, and the girl or us either, Goldy. Texas is a
there was deep, reverent respect in the mighty big state.”
glances laid upon Jim Hatfield. He wondered if Bouchard and Edley
Even Rod Furlong appeared to be im were still on the coast, or if they had
pressed. But old Iron Mike Donovan, started working upriver through Sabine
thankful as he was that Mort Coray had Pass and past Lake Sabine. He hoped
been saved, continued to eye Hatfield with they wouldn’t attempt to penetrate Congo
dislike and suspicion and something akin Bog on their own, even though Red Bou
to jealousy. chard was a wizard in the woods and
The hunt over, Coray threw his gear brush.
on one of the spare horses and started the The country was sparsely wooded with
homeward ride with Hatfield, leaving the salt cedars and cottonwoods, cypress and
others to render and butcher the dead pecan and palmetto, and here and there
pigs. It had been a good kill. There would in drier areas Hatfield saw fringes of the
be lard and pork aplenty in the homes more familiar catclaw and mesquite. The
of the Sabine. And the near-tragedy had landscape shifted from salt-grass prairies
brought Hatfield and Coray closer togeth to swamps and bayous, past wide marshes
er than ever. of canebrake that clashed like swords in
“ I hope you’ll change your mind about the breeze.
leaving tomorrow, Jim,” said Mort Coray.
“ I’ve got to be drifting along, Mort, as N THE distance, Hatfield saw lonely
much as I hate to leave.” S ranches and farms and homesteads,
“Well, any time you come back this but he encountered no other riders. Oc
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casionally he had the feeling of being and Hatfield put him down the grade
watched from cover, but even with his through the shady cut and into the creek.
field-glasses he couldn’t spot any furtive The ford lay across sand and gravel bars,
observers in the brush. with deeper water on either side.
Natchez Dupree and his crew would Halfway across, Hatfield felt the close
like to pick him up in this wilderness, scorching suction of lead as gunshots
without a doubt. It seemed strange that flamed out from the steep, thicketed bank
those known desperadoes were not sus ahead. He threw Goldy from the shoals
pected of being involved in the raiding to the downstream depths and slipped
and rustling that had broken out in the from saddle as they went under, swim
Sabine, but Mort Coray wouldn’t have ming with the current beneath the sur
driven them out of Copper Bluffs if he’d face. The sorrel emerged on top, swim
thought them guilty of the depredations. ming strongly, but the bushwhackers held
For that matter, the Ranger supposed, their fire and watched for the Ranger to
the Dupree gang wouldn’t have appeared reappear.
openly in town if they had been engaged Once more Goldy’s life was spared .be
in terrorizing the countryside. Even a cause every man who saw him wanted to
bold ruffian like Natchez Dupree wouldn’t own the magnificent stallion.
be that rash and brazen.
Hatfield considered the possibility that
some of the supposedly honest ranchers
CHAPTER IV
were responsible for those raids. Iron
Mike Donovan looked ruthless enough for
Ambush
almost anything. If Donovan were guilty,
that would account for his hatred of
strangers. He might have been suspicious
that Hatfield was some kind of lawman. W M ^HEN Hatfield finally surfaced, with
There were outlaws with an uncanny V * lungs and head on the verge of
ability for identifying law officers, through bursting, the northern shore was before
any disguise or subterfuge. him where the creek bent sharply south
Iron Mike Donovan was certainly a ward. Stroking hard, then scrambling on
prospect, but Hatfield was still inclined hands and knees, he crawled out, drip
to believe that the Gulf pirates were in ping. He rolled over into the shelter of
some manner implicated in these land a huge log on the shoreline, with bullets
attacks, too. churning the water and chewing up dirt
Around mid-day the trail dipped down and wood all around him.
to a ford' in a stream that ran between Stretched there, sobbing for breath in
high, wooded banks. Hatfield approached the lee of that windfall, Hatfield saw
this crossing with some apprehension. He Goldy clamber ashore a short distance be
had seen nothing but drifting cattle all low and trot into the trees. Jim Hatfield
morning, yet the sense of being under was alive, and lucky to be so, but he was
surveillance had persisted, and now he pinned down tight on the shelving river
felt the warning tautness of his scalp and bank, as helpless as a newborn baby.
a chill flicker along his spine. There was no other cover within reach
Reining up, he contemplated taking a of the log. Nothing to- do but lie flattened
roundabout route, but decided against it out there, with shots chunking into the
because he had wasted too much time al wood or kicking dirt and pebbles just be
ready. Bouchard and Edley might be en yond him, and try to regain his breath,
dangered because of his tardiness. If there slow his heartbeat to normal, and let the
were other horses nearby, Goldy would noonday sun dry his guns and clothing.
give him warning. He figured there were four or five rifles
The sorrel scented the air without avail, at work on the south embankment—
PIRATE’S ROOST 23
Natchez Dupree and his bunch, no doubt The bullets ceased tearing the log and
— and they’d be fanning out on either earth on either side of him, although the
flank to bring his position into view and guns were still booming. Another rifle
cut him to pieces with a murderous cross had started up somewhere beyond the op
fire. posite ridge, and the ambushers had
Sixguns weren’t of much use against switched their fire to that direction. Some
rifles, even if he could have used them, one had come up to pry the snipers off the
and his Winchester was in the saddle- Ranger’s neck! Maybe Bouchard and Ed-
boot on the sorrel. Hatfield couldn’t ley, though he doubted that they could
reach Goldy any more than he could at have progressed this far north from the
tain the deeper shelter of woods and mouth of the Sabine. Whoever it might be
boulders in the rising background. He was more than welcome.
couldn’t make a move without getting his Waiting a few minutes more, Hatfield
fool head blown off. He was on the griddle gathered himself and sprang up into a
for fair, and in a few minutes he’d be ex crouching, weaving run inland, reaching
posed to angling fire from both sides. The the timbered slope with only one rifle
timber wasn’t long enough to protect him searching his way and spraying him with
against that. sand and stone splinters. Well in cover
Leaving his guns out in the sun, Hat he whistled shrilly, and Goldy soon came,
field drew his knife and began digging in picking his way daintily through the
to the hard-packed gravel and sand be brush and boulders.
neath him. If he could hack out a shallow Hauling his carbine from the boot, Hat
trench behind the log, it might prolong field left Goldy in shelter and sought a
his fife for a few minutes, at least. A l vantage point, from which he started lay
ready the enemy shots were slashing in ing his fire upon the scattered riflemen on
from widening arcs, eating ever nearer the wooded southern heights.
to his prone form and hampering his dig It was all over by the time Hatfield had
ging. emptied his Winchester. There was no re
Hatfield was somewhat surprised that turn fire. The bushwhackers were on the
Natchez Dupree had taken this means of run, pursued by the shots of that unknown
getting him. He'd rather expected Dupree sharpshooter who must have winged one
would be looking forward to facing him or two of them to cause such a precipi
in a fair stand-up fight. But apparently tous retreat.
he had given the gunman too much credit.
Should have expected a yellow streak in FTER the gunfire died away, Hatfield
anyone who would maltreat a one-legged mounted the sorrel and rode up the
cripple. river bank to the ford. He crossed quick
This whole affair had started badly and ly. In the shaded defile on the other side
was getting worse as it went along. Well, a strange buckskin-clad rider sat waiting
a premature and unhappy ending was in on a gotch-eared dun pony. A little old
sight now, at any rate. Hatfield supposed man, gray of hair and mustache, with eyes
it was high time his luck ran out. A man of intense black under shaggy gray
can survive only so many close calls, re brows, chewing his tobacco and watching
gardless of his skill and courage, and Hat Hatfield with impassive calm.
field had more than filled his quota a “ I sure want to thank you,” Hatfield
long way back. said.
The angled shots were whipping closer, “ No need to, son. Purely a pleasure on
flicking his . clothes and searing his skin my part. Never did like drygulchers,
now. Hatfield sheathed the knife and them buzzards in particular.”
picked up his sun-dried Colts. He’d take a “ Natchez Dupree’s bunch?”
few cracks at them before they got him, “ You win the seegar, son. It was them
even though it was futile. all right. Reckon I creased a couple of
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’em, but my poor old eyes are sure failing prisingly. “ I know ’cause I saw it. And
bad. Should’ve put two or three of ’em speaking of pirates, there’s some funny
down for keeps. Time was when I stories going around lately. About some
would’ve had all five of ’em laid away. But crazy sailorman down on the coast who
the years take their toll, son. Old Bark claims to be a grandson of Jean Lafitte.
Otis ain’t the man he used to be, not what Even calls himself Jean Lafitte the Third.
ever.” Crazier’n a horned hootowl, I reckon.”
“ Still plenty of man for my money,” Hatfield accepted this in silence, think
Hatfield said, smiling and reaching out to ing, maybe not so crazy, at that. Maybe
shake hands. “ I’m Jim Harter, and I’m this Jean Lafitte, Third, whoever he really
much obliged. They had me nailed down may be, is the pirate leader who’s preying
tight over there.” on Gulf vessels. And perhaps they’re us
Bark Otis shook hands gravely. “ Riding ing the old pirate hideout in Congo Bog
south, son? Might as well trek along with once more. Couldn’t get their boat up
me. Got a little old shack down in the there, of course, but they could anchor
Thicket. Stay the night, if you want. Don’t , in Lake Sabine or even higher upstream,
get much company, not of the kind I’d ask while the men themselves hid out in the
in.” Bog.
“ Maybe you’re taking a long chance on “ Tell you something else about the Con
me.” go, son,” Bark Otis went on. “ You’ve
Bark Otis snorted softly and spat. “ My heard of them Kronk Injuns that used to
eyes ain’t that far gone, I can’t size up a live in the Bog? Well, there’s still some
man—and a horse. You’ll do to ride the of ’em left in there! People think the tribe
river with, son.” died out, but I know different. I ain’t
They took the southward trail together, saying they’re still'-cannibals, but I know
riding in long, easy silences, or talking they’re still living in there. And it'could
when the mood was on the veteran brush- be them that’s raiding the Sabine ranches.
popper. The real bloody, burning-out raids, I
“More rustlin’ last night, I hear,” Bark mean.”
Otis offered once. “ Understand old Iron “ Could be, I reckon,” agreed Hatfield,
Mike Donovan lost quite a herd.” wondering how much of the old-timer’s
“You figure Dupree and his boys in on talk he could credit. Perhaps it was all
that?” nonsense, but he estimated there was some
“ I do. But nobody else seems to, for truth in it. “ Bark,” he asked suddenly,
some unholy reason. Course they’re in on “ would you take me into the B og?”
it. But there’s somebody a sight bigger “ It ain’t safe, son.”
and smarter behind ’em.” “ I’ll risk it, Bark.’’
“Where do they run all that stolen
stock?” ARK OTIS insisted, “It ain’t worth it.
“Folks think it goes into the Big Thick B Nothing in there but Injuns and
et, but it don’t. The tracks head in there, crocodiles and ’gators and snakes and
sure, but the cattle ain’t held there. quicksand, all of ’em spelling sudden
They’re drove farther south, son, but I death.”
couldn’t say where.” Hatfield sighed wistfully. “ Always
“You ever been into Congo Bog, Bark?” wanted to see what it was like in Congo
inquired Hatfield. Bog.” ..
“Sure, I been in. I been hoorawing them “ Like to accommodate you, son. But to
swamps and jungles all my born days, tell the truth, I’m getting a mite too old to
boy.” traipse in there myself. The only safe
“ You think it’s true that Jean Lafitte, trails—if you can call any of ’em safe—
the old pirate, had a place in the B og?” are hard to find out and foller. And my
“ Gospel true, son,” said Bark Otis, sur memory for things ain’t what it was once.”
PIRATES ROOST 25
The Big Thicket, as Hatfield knew, was Fox Edley had seen no sign of the pirates,
dense forest and jungle rather than swamp learned nothing of their operations beyond
and marshland. He had been in the Thick the old rumor that the Ghost Ship did
et once, when he’d been on the track of cruise up the Sabine. And the new one
Juan Cartinas and his band of smugglers. that a man who called himself Jean Lafitte
Pines and hardwoods of every species III, and claimed to be a direct descendant
grew there in vast profusion, laced with of the old buccaneer, was in command of
vines and creepers, undergrown with col this new corsair crew.
orful shrubs, rare ferns, and all varieties “ Reckon we better push along up
of orchids. Streams, ponds and potholes stream, Fox,” said Red Bouchard, strok
were rimmed with iris and wild flags, hya ing the fiery beard that he now wore short
cinths, lilies and massed palmettos. and cleanly trimmed. “If we loll around
A wilderness of weird, lush, overripe down here much longer that Hatfield will
beauty, lying in deep perpetual shadow. A have the whole bunch wrapped up to drop
refuge for trappers and hunters and fugi in our laps and give us the horse laugh."
tives from justice. A land of ancient fan “ I been ready to move for days,”
tastic legends, where men vanished as drawled the lean, wiry, bowlegged Fox
they did in Congo Bog. Edley, a malicious grin on his sharp fea
Bark Otis’s home— a log cabin and lean- tures. “But being a Ranger has slowed
to shed— was hidden in a tangled thicket, you down considerable, Red. Instead of
with a spring bubbling nearby. They acting, you try to think things out, and
reached it in late afternoon, unsaddling that don’t come natural to a jughead like
and caring for their horses, stabling them you.”
in the shed where the old man had grain “ One of us has to use some brains, and
and oats. The interior of the cabin was you sure can’t,” Bouchard told him caus
surprisingly neat and clean. tically. “ In the Rangers you got to be
After washing up. Bark Otis set about careful and thorough. You can’t just grab
preparing supper from his plentiful provi your guns and go in blind and bull
sions, and Jim Hatfield settled down in headed, the way you half-baked gunnies
thoughtful comfort. Maybe the fortunes are used to doing.”
of this mission were changing for the bet Fox Edley laughed. “You was a hermit
ter. Bark Otis was like a human key to too long, Red Bush. The ways of the
Congo Bog and Jean Lafitte’s old sanctu civilized world are beyond you.”
ary. Somehow Hatfield had to prevail Bouchard snorted. “ You was a bandit
upon the veteran woodsman to guide him too long, Fox, to be worth a single solitary
into the Bog. damn on this side of the law.”
But the old man remained obdurate
“ Now you’re getting unkind and per
throughout the good meal, the dishwash
sonal,” protested Edley. “ And I ain’t even
ing, and the long lazy evening.
mentioned that beard of yours all week.”
“ Son,” he said, “ you claim I saved your
life today. If so, it’d be plumb damn fool “What could you do except to praise
ish to take you in there and get you killed it?”
tomorrow.” “ I can think of a few things,” Edley said
drily.
Camp broken and their gear aboard,
they started riding up the river toward
CHAPTER V Sabine Pass, their backs turned on the
sandy dunes and the vast blue expanse of
Captives of the Congo the Gulf of Mexico. The stream here was
navigable for craft of considerable ton
nage, and Bouchard wondered how far
N THE Gulf coast at the mouth of the upstream it would be that way. In La
O Sabine River, Red Bouchard and fitte’s day the privateers had cruised way
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up into Congo Bog, according to the story, “ You know you’d be lost without this old
but there was less water now than there Fox.”
had been a half-century ago. “Yeah, I probably would,” Bouchard
In Sabine Pass they came upon the re grumbled. “ Since I quit being a hermit
cent traces of large herds of cattle, and I’ve lost what little sense I did have.”
Bouchard mused aloud, “What they driv
ing all them critters way down here for? ORTH of the lake, the Sabine ran on
They wasn’t shipping ’em out from the the east and the tropical swamp
coast.” lands of Congo Bog loomed dark and eerie
“Probably brought ’em down for a in the west. They followed the trail up
bath,” drawled Edley, drawing a look of the river, knowing better than to attempt
contempt from Bouchard’s bright blue an invasion of the Bog at this stage of the
eyes. game. Their primary objective at this
Side canyons opened off in either wall point was to reach Jim Hatfield, and they
of the Pass, and into thpse the tracks de might accomplish this before nightfall, if
bouched here and there. nothing unforseen arose. By their rather
“Looks like rustling to me,” Bouchard sketchy prearranged time-table, the Lone
declared. “ They run ’em off from the Wolf should be well on his way down
upper Sabine ranches, and hide ’em out stream by now.
in these back pockets and valleys. Maybe “ That Hatfield is some hombre,” Fox
we ought to investigate, Fox.” Edley said seriously, as they discussed the
“ We ain’t after rustlers— we’re hunting potential meeting.
for pirates,” Edley reminded him. “A “ They broke the mold after they made
Ranger’s supposed to follow instructions.” him,” Red Bouchard agreed. “ I’ve seen
“ Could be a hook-up between the rus ’em in all the trail towns—Abilene, New
tling and pirating.” ton, Ellsworth, Wichita, H&ys, and Dodge.
Edley laughed scoffingly. “Whoever I’ve seen ’em from the Pecos to the Platte.
heard of pirates running cattle?” And I never saw the equal of Jim Hatfield.
“Whoever heard of pirates in this day I never expect to.”
and age anyway?” growled Red Bouchard. It was a strange exotic landscape that
They left the Pass and skirted Lake they traversed now, with the rank stench
Sabine, a long widened and deepened part of the Bog always in their nostrils, the
of the river with an irregular wooded scent of swamp flowers mixed with the
shoreline. Scanning the sweep of water putrescent smell of bayou mud. Cypress
with its innumerable coves and bays, Bou swamps stretched on either hand, bind
chard murmured: weed and woodbine and Virginia creeper
“ They could moor their ship here and smothering the post oaks and matting the
nobody’d ever find'it.” earth. Huisache flared golden in the
“ We could swim around the lake and thickets, and buffalo clover rippled on
look for it,” Fox Edley suggested, with windswept ridges.
mock gravity. Crescent-shaped lakes simmered green
“ Go ahead,” Bouchard said scornfully. ly, hyacinth-massed ox-bows left from old
“You ain’t no help on dry land, and that’s overflows of the river. Now and then they
a fact.” saw ridged shell beaches, remnants from
“I would, only I can’t bear to leave you, ancient times when the ocean covered this
Red,” said Edley. “And besides, I had area, known locally as chenieres.
my monthly bath down on the coast.” “ Don’t look much like Texas to me,”
“You’re so funny I could bust out cry grumbled Red Bouchard, spitting tobacco
ing,” Bouchard muttered in disgust. “ I juice into a clump of agrito.
don’t wonder that Hatfield likes to travel “ It ain’t,” Fox Edley said, munching
alone.” his own chew. “ It’s a nightmare, Red. I
“Why, Red Bush!” exclaimed Edley. can believe in them pirates when I see
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country like his.” them were suddenly bristling with rifle
Bouchard glanced at the Sabine on his barrels.
right. “ It ain’t deep enough here for a Edley and Bouchard, checking an ini
boat of any size, Fox. I got an idea they tial impulse to draw and fight it out, ex
anchor down in one of them coves in Lake changed bitter glances and shrugged. No
Sabine.” sense in committing suicide. Laying reins
“ Seems likely,” admitted Edley. “ The on saddle-horns, they elevated their hands
schooner’d be safe enough tucked away in accordance with the harsh command.
there. Except for that cattle sign we “We’re a big success, Red,” said Edley.
haven’t seen a whisper of life along this “Jim’ll be right proud of us.”
trail.” “Yeah, I’m going to resign and go back
“ And when we do, it most likely won’t to living alone in the hills where I belong,
UXCLE W ALTER
well away from the island, and the main Paddling strong and steadily, threading
body of Karankahuas was still preoccu from one bayou to another, they weaved
pied with the battle raging around the their way eastward in the direction of
stone blockhouse once the hideaway of the Sabine. The dugout canoe was light,
old Jean Lafitte and his lieutenant, Dom well-balanced and sturdy, skimming easi
inique. ly over the water.
“If you see any ’gators or crocs coming, The afternoon was fading now, a green
Red,” called Edley, “ don’t let ’em get too ish dusk spreading over the lagoons, with
close.” alligators rumbling in the distance and
“Why, they ain’t bad at all, Fox, com crocodiles splashing in stagnant pools.
pared to them Injuns,” Bouchard said, Spanish moss from partly-submerged
grinning back over his shoulder. cypresses brushed their heads and faces
“Lafitte Third and Chopper’ll be head as they plied the paddles from kneeling
ing for their ship in Lake Sabine,” said positions.
Edley. “ Reckon we better take after ’em, It was wonderful to feel free and whole
Red Bush.” again, to have shell belts around their
“ That’s the ticket, Foxface. Hope we waists and Colts hanging heavy on their
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hips, and rifles within reach on the bot carbines to bear—too late. In on them like
tom of the pirogue. They had been lucky, twin tigers, Bouchard buried his blade in
incredibly fortunate. The Karankahuas Kronk’s throat, and Edley sank his steel
had saved them from a horrible death by to the hilt in Swamp Eagle’s breast.
slow, agonizing torture, presided over by The two riflemen went down heavily,
the sadistic, half-crazed Jean Lafitte III. their blood gushing bright and warm, and
They were nearing the eastern 'perime Bouchard and Edley cleared their sixguns
ter of Congo Bog now, crossing wide to cover the man who was beating Hat
lagoons bisected by a narrow strip of land, field.
a natural causeway bordered by thickets Natchez Dupree, facing their way, had
and palmettos and cottonwoods. Recalling seen the knifing. He turned from Hatfield
it vaguely from the trip in, when his face and lunged for the Winchester he had left
had been smashed, his head splitting, Red standing against that palmetto. The big
Bouchard was fairly certain the trail ran Ranger, his face lumped and traced with
along that slim neck of raised ground. scarlet, was after him so fast that Bou
Then, as they slid silently along be chard and Edley had to hold their fire,
neath overhanging boughs and trailing for fear of hitting their comrade.
moss and vines beside the strip, Bouchard Dupree was reaching for the rifle when
looked up and saw above low palmettos Hatfield struck him from behind in a reck
and agrito the heads and saddled backs less flying tackle that, sent them both
of two riderless horses. He raised his hand sprawling and tumbling over in the weeds.
and pointed. Fox Edley’s lean sharp face On his feet like a great cat, Hatfield was
lighted up at the sight, as he steered for poised and waiting as Dupree started to
shore beyond and below the horses. Their scramble upright. He got as far as his
luck was getting almost too good to be knees, and Hatfield lashed into him with
true. both hands, throwing punches faster than
They landed and beached the canoe the eye could follow.
without a sound. Taking their carbines, Dupree’s head bobbed and jerked like
they climbed the brush-grown bank with something on a string. He fell back with
utmost caution, moving out into the trail such violence that he turned a complete
and advancing past the horses, to see what somersault.
had become of the riders. Hearing voices The desperado tried to rise again, but
and horses ahead, followed by the smack Hatfield was on top of him firing lefts
of a fist against flesh and bone, they with and rights, belting him flat on his shoul
drew once more into the thicket, treading ders in the dirt. As the Ranger drove in,
slow and soft and scarcely breathing. too enraged to be careful, Natchez thrash
Passing through a bed of reeds, they ed out with both powerful legs, high-
came upon a strange picture. heeled boots aimed at the groin. Twisting
barely in time, Hatfield took those crip
T ill: SW O R D OF AM O ATILLO
By JACKSON COLE
firing low into the ground and raking up and Furlong have been doing in the
dust streamers, silver gauze in the moon Sabine.”
beams. “ Mister, I owe you a lot of apologies,”
Pulling down from the recoil, Jim Hat Iron Mike Donovan rumbled. “ I’m sorry
field thumbed off one more shot. Mort —and ashamed of myself. I hope some
Coray heaved upright on the impact, day I can make it up to you, Ranger.”
whirled in a blundering bewildered circle, “That’s all right, Mike,” Hatfield said,
tripped and pitched into a long staggered glancing at the captive cowboy. “ Did he
fall, to lie with his bright blond head tell you where the cattle are?”
pillowed on the side of the dead chestnut Donovan nodded his large bald head.
gelding. “ W e’re on our way to get them.”
Hatfield crossed the clearing and stood “ Camp here till morning, and we’ll go
over the horse and man, mechanically re along with you,” Hatfield suggested. “ Got
loading his guns, deep regret and satis a lot of pirate spoils here to check and
faction mingled within him. Another pack.”
death, another chapter closing. “ Good idea, I reckon,” Iron Mike
Turning back to the horses, Hatfield Donovan said.
untied them and mounted Goldy, leading Iris Coray had walked down to the
the other two mounts over the pine- shoreline, and stood staring out over the
wooded ridge and down to the hidden bay. moon-silvered waves of Lake Sabine.
Red Bouchard and Fox Edley had the Jim Hatfield sauntered thoughtfully
six sailors trussed up securely, and were after her, his fine hard features grave and
standing guard over them and the pick sad. Perhaps he could comfort and cheer
eted pack-mules. Rod Furlong still hung the girl a little, in her desolate hour of
over the rail, with Jean Lafitte III and loss and hurt and need. The least he could
Chopper sprawled dead on the deck be do was try. He owed that much to her and
hind him. This part of it was all over, too, Mort Coray and himself.
Brace had made many m istakes —
J OEbattered
BLOUNT sat still, staring at his
son. The boy had known
the hitching post. A handful of cattlemen
chatting on the porchr eyed him quietly,
about Gat’s warning. He had purposely speculatively.
tried to save his father from coming into Joe Blount stared back at them feeling
town—and had been horribly beaten for fear grinding through his loins. He won
it. That was it. There was no loan. No dered what each of them might be think
crops. No homestead. Nothing! All that ing. In his slow and deliberate way,
was left was his young son sitting before Blount took off the gold-rimmed glasses
him, bloodied and battered. All that was he’d had to get from Doc Wendler after
left was Laura sitting at home waiting for Gat had broken the other pair and care
news about the loan, sure that everything fully placed them in his saddle bag. He
would work out somehow, someway. stood still, detached, with grave sunken
That’s all that was left. cheeks, eyes squinting a little to see the
Joe Blount saw red. Blood red. The men on the porch. “ Will one of you tell
only thing left to do now was go crazy, Gat I’m here,” he announced slowly.
lash out, in wild, blind hurt. He had to “ Sure thing, Blount,” someone an
bash at his tormentors, he had to make swered, and disappeared through the bat-
Gat’s thick, ugly face look as battered wings.
and bloody as his own had looked—the Seconds passed. A half minute. A full
way his son’s looked now. If it cost him minute. From out of nowhere men gath
his life he had to bash back just once, for ered on the porch. Their faces were only
seventeen-year-old Jim, for Laura. Just vague blurs to Blount as he stood waiting.
once.
Mort looked down as though a little UDDENLY the batwings swung open.
ashamed. “I would never do anything like
this, Blount,” he said softly. “There’s
S Though Blount couldn’t see the man’s
features clearly, he knew it was Gat Pal
others who wouldn’t too. We’re not all mer. The flapping batwings and Gat’s
like Gat.” footsteps were the only sounds. Every
“ Will you be all right for a while, Jim ?” thing else was still.
“I’ll be all right, Dad.” “ I thought I told you to stay out of Sun
“ Tell Laura I’ll be home soon.” down whenever I was here!” Gat boomed.
Blount nodded and dug his spurs into The threat in Gat’s guttural voice
Blackie’s sides. The horse surged forward knifed into Blount’s mind. His hands were
under the painful jab. Realizing what he sweating and he rubbed them along his
was doing, Blount eased up on the animal pants legs. Blount wished he could talk
and headed toward Sundown’s main softly and evenly, but little spasms cqn-
street, hot blood whipping through him. vulsed his chest and he was afraid they
When he came up the main street he would sound in his voice.
saw people along the boardwalks motion “ Come down,” Blount blurted quickly,
to one another. Four cattlemen, Blount feeling his arms beginning to quiver. He
recognized, stopped their idle talk before had never fought before, didn’t even
the Arcadia Barber Shop and started know how. But he had to fight now.
south, following him from the sidewalk. Everything in his whole body was forcing
One cattleman said, “Hi, Blount. him to.
How’re things at-Yalpais Valley?” “Ah, I’ll let you go this time,” Gat said
Joe Blount looked at the man. Roy as if bored, turning back to the batwings.
Hornsby was a good friend of Mort’s, but Blount saw someone step between Gat
Roy had never said a word to him before. and the batwings. The man was a good
Blount said, “ Fine,” and rode on down head taller than Gat and a lot heavier.
the street. “ He doesn’t weigh as much as you do,
He reached Sundown’s only saloon a Gat, but he weighs a heap more’n his
few minutes later and dismounted before
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Blount watched Gat shrug and turn right toward the cut eyebrow.
away from the batwings. The squat fore Instinct took over for Blount. The nest-
man paused and hooked his thumbs er side-stepped quickly and with all the
through his gunbelt. “ On second thought, strength he could gather, sent his fist into
I reckon you came here just lookin’ for Gat’s eye. Blood splashed down Gat’s face
trouble, Blount. So I’m gonna give it to and the man went stumbling sideways.
you.” He sprawled in the dirt and for a few sec
Blount stood still, ready and erect, feel onds sat there like an upset bull, more
ing fear slamming through him as he surprised than hurt. Gat wiped at his
watched the foreman start down the steps. forehead and stared at the blood. Then a
But it was fear tinged with determination. cold smile twisted his lips and he came to
It felt gratifying to stand up to a tormen his feet. He hunched up, tightened his
tor and finally get a chance to bash at him. fists and eyed Blount. “ Now I’m really
Blount clenched and unclenched his gonna get you, nester!”
fists as he listened to Gat’s spurs jingling
softly while the man came slowly down B LOUNT stood waiting, a fierce pride
the steps. If only he didn’t go down right in his tight chest. His own face was
off. If he could only stay up long enough bleeding, was hot and flushed, and yet it
to bash Gat’s thick, ugly face just a little. didn’t matter, he had taken and he had
For young Jim, for Laura, for everything given. He had cut Gat’s face just a little
C o m in g in N ex t M o n th ’ s Issu e
d £ a d w o o d d e t a il
A N o v elet o f Ind ia n -F ig h tin g C a va lrym en
By STEUART EMERY
the cattlemen had done to him. He for his son’s beating, for his own.
watched Gat reach the bottom of the Gat came rushing in again, fists swing
steps. ing. Blount knew enough to keep away
The next thing he knew Gat was hurt from the heavy-set foreman. He circled
ling toward him. Then something like a around quickly, trying to keep out of
sledge hammer slammed into his temple range, afraid and bewildered, not know
'and swirling specks exploded before his ing how to punch through Gat’s defensive
eyes. He went sprawling backward and arms. He fought back mechanically,
down. swinging and dodging, immitating what
He landed in the dirt, stunned and hurt, he’d seen other men do, but without real
feeling warm blood streaming over his ly knowing why.
right eye. The imprint of Gat’s fist burned Then Gat caught him again over the
hot like a branding iron on his temple. It eye and Blount went down, more blood
was the same place Gat had hit him two streaming over his face. Blount shook his
months ago when he’d been wearing his head again, wiped at the blood, and came
glasses. Blount shook his head and wiped up.
at the blood. He got up slowly, fear still Another hard blow came crashing into
pounding through him. Blount's face and everything seemed to
Gat circled slowly and easily, his arms get a little gray. The big beefy fist came
poised in confidence. Suddenly he was through again. Specks swirled up and
rushing in again, aiming a hard sweeping everything grayed a little more. The fist
KB TEXAS RANGERS
landed again and again. But he was more than that; he was scared!
Blount went down on his knees and Scared of someone who should have gone
started falling forward into a welcoming down long before and stayed down. Gat
gray haze. In numb horror, he pushed out had given his best and had nothing left.
his arms and held on. He couldn’t go Now he had lost courage. He was through.
down. He couldn’t! Something dragged A strong flush of hope started churning
him up. He faced Gat once more, only to through Blount’s heaving chest, through
go down again. his horelessly pounding heart, through
Again he held himself up with his arms, his wobbling legs, and down into his gran
fighting hard against the gray haze. He ite-heavy arms and fists. With a last re
had to hold on. Young Jim was all bat serve of energy, Blount closed in and
tered and bloody. Laura and the children brought his right smashing toward Gat’s
were waiting for what news he could pummeled face. He saw the man feebly
bring them. No loan. No loan! The cat trying to duck when the blow slammed
tlemen had seen to that. He was being against his gaping iaw. Blount staggered
beaten into the ground. He had to get up back for just one more swing.
and fight on. If it cost him his life, he had Gat's arms dropped and he stood star
to bash Gat’s face. ing stupidly through glassy eyes. “ Don’t!”
Joe Blount came up. he blabbered.
Gat closed in, panting and snorting. But From somewhere far off, Joe Blount
Blount wasn’t afraid anymore. In a daze heard dim voices murmuring. They grew
and heavy and tired all over, Joe Blount louder. Winding his body around com
started fighting back. No more retreating. pletely, Blount sent his last punch slam
Just going in. Shaking away the torment ming straight and hard into Gat’s face.
ing fists. Then he stood there wobbling, knowing
Gat backed up slowly, giving ground he had to nut everything into that last
reluctantly, lashing out with hard, defen punch, knowing he couldn’t lift his arms
sive fists. Blount bore in. Mad. Madder again if his life depended on it.
than he’d even been in his whole life. His For a few seconds Gat just leaned
legs felt like heavy trees. His fists and against the hitch rail. Then he slipped
arms hung like granite from his side. But down into the dirt. He tried to lift him
Blount bored in. Mad. No more retreat self, but collapsed. He rolled over, groan
ing. ing. “ No nester— can—do this—to me!”
One long sweeping blow slammed into he stammered, quivering for air and
Gat’s nose and more blood splattered over stupidly fumbling for his gun.
the man’s swollen face. Gat stumbled Blount stood there, bloody and bat
back, a crazy baffled look in his reddened tered, sagging, not even having the
eyes, swinging ineffectively. The punches strength to go toward Gat to stop him. •
he landed were not hurting Blount any Then Blount saw someone step up to
more. “ Go down— damn you— and stay Gat and yank away the gun.
down!” Gat rasped between huge sucking Blount felt his legs start giving way.
gasps, lashing out weakly. He staggered to the porch steps and
Blount caught Gat again with a blow slumped down. He wanted desperately to
that jolted the man’s head back. After just stretch out and go black and forget
that, Gat lifted his arms and half covered everything, but he fought to stay con
his head. scious so he could look at Gat; look at his
battered, bleeding face. Blount thought he
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THE YELLOW BRAND
a novelet by ART BAKER
CHAPTER I
u s t ind a i n e r i d g e rode in
showed yellow, it was a pill too bitter for young Austin to swallow
TO TEXAS RANGERS
the desk, legs spread, thumbs hooked Jim Bell went because he’s got a habit of
through his crossed gunbelts. “They put" following Blue around. That’s their
up a running fight. When it was finished, reason for going. As for my worrying
there wasn’t any prisoners to bring back.” about them, I made myself clear on that
“Hmmm. I suppose not.” Faded blue point when you first brought up the idea
eyes regarded Austin from behind small of exploring the Iron Jaws.”
lenses. “ And the cattle?” Henry Mears spread his hands on the
“ The boys will find ’em by riding desk top. “ But, that’s our land, Austin!
down White River to the fork. I counted We have a legal grant to those mountains!
a hundred and ten, but they was scattered Any fool can see the Indians are trying
some by the shooting. Now, if you haven’t to keep us out of them because they have
got any more questions, Henry, maybe something valuable there. Gold perhaps—
you’ll answer a couple of mine.” Austin’s fertile valleys!”
voice carried a sharp edge and his eyes “ Sure thev got something valuable in
were anger-bright under dark brows. “ I those mountains!” Austin retorted, “ Their
rode past some of your farmers on my homes! I reckon old Chief Clato figures
way in. They told me you sent my dad he’s got a claim to those mountains a sight
and Jim Bell into the Iron Jaw Moun more legal than yours, Henry, and he’s
tains. Is that true?” got one thing we lack— the force to back
Before Henry Mears could reply, a his claim! Clato offered to keep the peace
door opened from an adjoining office and so long as none of our people trespassed
s tall young man stepped into the room. into the Iron Jaws. Gents, thought you
He was coatless, the sleeves of his striped played it real smart taking up this claim
shirt caught up with fancy blue garters west of Commanche territory where you
around his upper arms. thought you’d be safe, but Commanches
“I couldn’t help overhearing what you are just feathered darlings compared to
said, Austin.” The tall man smiled. “ Con these mountain Apaches! You’ve brought
gratulations! That herd of cattle would how many people out here with you? A
have been a great loss to us.” hundred and fifty— two hundred? Well, I
“ If you heard that much, Dave, you hope they’re every one of ’em standing at
must have heard the rest.” the gates of hell when you two w olf baiters
“About your father and Jim Bell?” drop through! And I hope they got their
Dave Kelly walked up beside the chair of scalps in their hands to remind you how
his partner. “ I don’t understand the rea you threw their lives away for the chance
son for your concern, Austin. Blue Dain- to grab off a few more stinking dollars!”
eridge and Jim certainly wouldn’t have Austin swung on his heel and left.
gone into the mountains if they’d consid He rode to Jim Bell’s house— a frame
ered it too dangerous.” home at the head of Hlain Street, just in
side the gates of the fort. Piling from his
E SMILED a little too easily, Austin saddle, he tramped between the tiny,
H thought. His mustache was trimmed
too nattily over a mouth too delicate to
pink-blossomed cactus plants that bor
dered the path leading to the porch.
be trusted, and his brown eyes were so There he paused, taking a deep breath to
soft they almost looked effeminate. If blow the froth from his anger before rap
there were not plenty of other reasons, ping on the door.
Austin would have disliked Dave Kelly “ Is that you, Dave?” a girl’s voice called
just on account of his dandified good looks. from inside as his knuckles tapped. “ Come
“ My dad signed up as Captain of this
fort of yours, “ Austin said shortly, “ and Austin thumbed the latch and let its
he takes an oath like that serious. He inward swing carry the door out of his
went into those mountains because you hand. Jody Bell turned solwly to face him.
ordered him to, and for no other reason. A stack of sheets in her arms tumbled
THE YELLOW BRAND 71
Into an open chest. right now.”
“ Austin!” she exclaimed in consterna “ Oh, Austin! Aren’t you taking your
tion. “ I—I thought— ” self too seriously? How could you have
“ I know what you thought, Jody,” Aus stopped them from going? After all,
tin replied. “ Dave Kelly’s busy figuring Dave and Mr. Mears give the orders
up his profits at the moment, but I reckon around here!” She was on her feet sud
he’ll be along directly. I just learned they denly, bright spots of anger flushing her
sent your dad and mine into the Iron cheeks. “Dad and Blue Daineridge are
Jaws—thought I’d stop by and see if you capable of taking care of themselves. They
could tell me any more about it.” got along quite well all these past years
“ Austin! Oh, I’m so relieved! Y ou ’ve while you were away fighting Mexicans
been gone so long!” She came quickly and being a Texas Ranger, or whatever
toward the doorway, her blonde hair you were doing!”
glinting in the sunlight as she moved. “ It seems you all got along pretty well,”
“Don’t just stand there like that, Aus Austin told her. “ But we haven’t got
tin!” She put her hands against his denim time to argue that over again. We got to
shirt and looked up at him with blue eyes get this fort ready in case Chief Clato
full of understanding for the stubborn re ain’t satisfied with just butchering his
sentment in him and for the harsh tone of two captives.” He rose and walked to
his voice. “ And don’t think what you’re the door, looking out into the hot, dusty
thinking—please!” street. Bitterness welled up in his throat
Austin closed his hands about her and he dug his hands into the pockets of
wrists, gently. Over his stern young face his faded jeans. “ Hell, it ain’t worth
broke a half-smile. “I didn’t mean to take savin’!” he said thickly. “There’s just one
it out on you, Jody.” Pride would not thing I’d like to do right now. I’d like to
allow him to fold her in his arms as he swap Mears and Kelly for our dads—let
once would have done. Dave Kelly had them take the Apache treatment, the dol-
changed all that. About Jim Blue. When lar-grubbing sons of Judas!”
did they leave, Jody?” “ Don’t talk that way, Austin!” Jody
cried. “You frighten me. I—I know you’re
just trying to be like your father, but you
SHEandpulled him inside the living room
made him sit in the chair beside don’t have to try so hard to prove you’re
a Daineridge!”
the adobe fireplace.
“ Now,” she said, “that's more like it. He spun to face her. His mouth dropped
Daddy and Blue left a day after you rode open and anger choked his throat. But his
out to chase those rustlers. They should voice came low.
be back in a week maybe.” She dropped “ Just what are you driving at, Jody?
onto a hassock at his feet and cocked her You might as well get it out! Now is a
head to one side to look up at him. “ Can’t good time for unloading the things that’ve
you relax around me any more, Austin? been eating you ever since I come back
Honestly, it’s as though you’re mad at me. last winter.”
At everybody, for that matter! “ Daineridge!” she cried. “ That’s what’s
He avoided her eyes, looked over her been eating me! The way you act as if
head toward the open door. “ Mears and that name was a badge of courage, or
Kelly sure didn’t waste any time taking something! Nobody else can be as brave
advantage of my absence, did they? I’d as a Daineridge, or as good! You’ve
never have let ’em send Jim and Blue worshiped your father since we were kids,
into the mountains, and they knew it.” and Blue is a great man—but ever since
His lips took on a bitter slant. “ How you won those medals in the Mexican
you going to feel about marrying the man war—and—and that silver belt buckle
who sent your dad out to get killed, Jody? from the Texas Rangers, it’s as if the
That’s just as sure as we’re sitting here name of Daineridge has become »o exalted
n TEXAS RANGERS
that the very sound of it should make In the four years she had grown to be
people bow and scrape, should make your a lot more beautiful, also, and chances
word law everywhere you go. Well, I were she knew it only too well. Her letters
want a man, not a god, Austin! Even your had given him no indication of all this,
father has seen the change in you!” however, and he found the realization of
Austin stared at her, his face turning a the change in her a hard pill to stomach.
bright red under the five-day growth of Austin had finished shaving, and was
black whiskers. Anger was not so great just drying his face when a noise that
as the hurt her words had inflicted, and a broke out in the street brought him up
sudden selfeonsciousness was both over sharp.
whelming and strange to him. He felt un “ Austin!” somebody shouted above the
able to reply, because of embarrassment, tumult of other excited voices. “ Dain-
and the confusion of his thoughts. eridge! They’re acoming! Injuns!”
“ All right, Jody,” he finally said. “ Dain- He grabbed his shirt on the run and
eridge is a ^ ood name. I don’t have to slipped into it as he spurred his horse up
defend it to ^ o u or anybody else.” Prosperity Street. Men had already shut
He closeddjhe door behind him, stepped the main gates and dropped the barring
down from'the narrow porch, and pulled a timbers into place. Austin swung from
deep breath into his lungs. He shook his his horse onto the ladder and scrambled
head to try clearing the muddle from it. up to the battlements.
As he mounted, he heard the door open. The road leading out of Fort Mears
Jody called to him in a distraught voice, crossed a small mesa and climbed sharply
but he put his horse into a lope and turned upward toward Needle Gap, a narrow
down Prosperity Street toward the three- opening in the rocky outcroppings of the
room home his father had built. Iron Jaw Mountains. Just outside the
gap Austin saw the apaches. He could not
make an accurate count, but he could
tell it was not a war party large enough to
CHAPTER II be bent on attacking the fort.
Faintly he could hear their shrill whoop
Only One Scalped Victim ing and chanting. Bright objects were
flashed in the sunlight. The Indians rode
around and around in a small circle for
ten or fifteen minutes, keeping up their
A USTIN DAINERIDGE poured him
self a stiff drink, than took a cold noise and their sunflashing. Then they
drew back through Needle Gap.
bath in the oak tub. He had another drink
while he waited for his shaving water to Nearly everyone in the fort was gath
heat. Jody didn’t know what she was talk ered on the parade ground as "Austin
ing about. He couldn’t make sense of all climbed back down the ladder. Dave Kelly
the crazy things she’d said. If anyone was issuing weapons from the blockhopse,
had changed, she had. Four years and a sorry collection of antiquated rifles and
Dave Keily had changed her. muskets that would hardly slow the first
She had been just sixteen, three years wave of an attack. Austin raised a hand
younger than himself, when he’d left to quiet the upsurge. He felt sick inside,
home to fight the Mexicans. In the in but he did not let it show on his face or
tervening four years she had been dragged in his voice.
from their homestead back on the Sabine “You won’t need the guns for awhile,”
River, where the two of them had grown he told them. “ Bring up a wagon. I’d
up and their mothers had died, to this like a couple volunteers with strong
desolate frontier, and subjected to the stomachs.”
persuasive talk of a city dude. That was “Austin!” Jody pressed through the
enougt to joggle any girl out of her senses. crowd to him. “You don’t think— ”
THE YELLOW BRAND 73
He nodded. “ If I know anything about A few yards in the lead, Auswft could
Apaches at all, we’ll find Jim and Blue up hardly keep his horse down to the pace
there at the gap. You better get a good of the heavy team. Da\* Kelly rode on
grip on yourself, Jody.” one side of the wagon uud a gray-haired
He held her eyes for a moment, watch blacksmith on the other. It seemed like
ing pain in them deepen as full realization hours crossing the mesa and almost as
struck her. He tried hard to keep the I- long again climbing the slope to Needle
told-you-so from his tone, but he knew Gap.
that with this tragedy facing them she was Just inside the opening, where shade
bound to remember the spiteful things from the towering rock walls on either
she had said to him, adding remorse to her side of them made the air cool, they
grief. found what Austin feared they would
"Take it brave, Jody,” he murmured. find—except that there was only one
“Your dad would want that.” body dumped squarely in the middle of
A swath cleared in front of the gates as the trail. Searching the surrounding area
the heavy hinges creaked. Two men were turned up nothing else.
on the seat of a wagon coming across the It took them several minutes to identify
.parade ground, and five more were the corpse, but a few locks of hair cling
mounted and waiting by the flag-pole. ing behind the ears established Jim Bell’s
Austin told them to leave their weapons. identity.
“ If it’s a trap,” he said grimly, “ we "They got him to running,” Austin ex
wouldn’t have a chance anyway, and plained gravely, “ then rode up alongside
there’s no sense letting ’em make off with and did this job on him.”
our guns. W e’ll be in less danger if there’s The Apaches loved to scare a man into
only four or five of us, and with nothing breaking from cover and running, and it
along to make us worth killing.” was impossible for a man to stop once
He selected one of the mounted men, he started. The Apaches would have him
and was about to point out another when stripped naked in a quarter-mile, and then
Dave Kelly insisted on going along. they’d drive him barefoot over the thorny
“It’s going to be kind of lonely up there, trail and through deadly patches of fish
Dave,” Austin told him. hook cactus and cholla, hacking and club
bing all the while, and finally turning him
AVE made no reply but ordered one over to the wiles of their squaws when he
of the men to dismount and took could no longer crawl.
his place on the horse. When the others “ Maybe if any of you get to hell soon,”
had disposed of their weapons, Austin re Austin added, looking squarely at Dave
moved his own gunbelts and handed them Kelly, “ you’ll know a little of what Jim
to Jody. He stuck one of his revolvers in went through.”
side his shirt. The marshal helped them roll the re
“ You can’t stop many Indians with mains in burlap and load it into the wagon.
that,” Dave said, reining his horse around There was no need for the revolver inside
so that he met Austin’s eyes. Austin’s shirt. He mounted his horse
Austin looked him up and down for a again and sat staring up the trail that
moment. He buttoned his shirt with the angled along the slope of Lobo Peak to a
gun inside. “ You ever seen the look in a point where it leveled off and turned out
man’s eyes when the Apaches have left of sight.
him to linger with maybe an hour of life Somewhere back in those mountains he
left?” He kept his voice low so that Jody knew his father was down behind a boul
could not hear. “ I ain’t taking this gun to der, or . clump of brush, with an Apache
finish off any Indians with.” He lifted his lance sprouting from his vitals. But Blue
reins and rode ahead of the wagon. “ Let’s wouldn’t have run the way Jim had. The
go, boys!” Apaches were probably riding back to
74 TEXAS RANGERS
mutilate his corpse, but Austin knew they Mears would feel a little of what Blue
would have to step over the bodies of Daineridge had felt when his partner ran
a lot of their own people in getting to out on him.
him. Blue would have died like a Dain-
eridge. There was some comfort in that.
Perhaps Blue had told Jim Bell to make
CHAPTER III
a break for it if he thought he could get
through, but all Austin could think of
The Dead Alive
now was Jody’s grief, and the effect it was
bound to have on her, once she realized
that the evidence of her father’s coward
ice was only too damning. Jody would HEN the party reached the fort,
have to live with the memory of that the
rest of her life. She had been so proud of
W Austin was well in the lead. Riding
onto the parade ground he forced a clear
her father, in spite of his drinking too ing for the wagon. He wanted to say plenty
much and following at Blue’s heels liko a about that corpse in the blanket being
meek puppy for the past fifteen years or Chief Clato’s reply to the peace Mears
so. and Kelly had broken, but Jody was in
Dave Kelly cleared this throat, hesi the crowd. He couldn’t bring himself to
tated a moment, then said, “ W e’ll organize hurt her any deeper, even if it would have
a party to go in and find your father’s been good for the people in Fort Mears
body, Austin.” to know where the responsibility lay.
“Y ou’re just plumb set on donating Henry Mears held the people back from
scalps for Clato’s lodge pole, ain’t you, the wagon. The drivers had explained
Dave?” Austin shrugged. “Even if we that Jim Bell was no fit sight for human
knew where Blue made his stand, which eyes.
we don’t, by the time we got there we Austin saw Jody running away, and
wouldn’t find anything to bury except caught up with her as she was stepping
maybe what the wolves aren’t quick up to her porch. Neighbor women were
enough to get at.” He swung his horse trying to console her, but Austin scattered
about, glanced up at the men on the wagon them, put his arm around Jody and helped
seat. “ All right, boys, let’s get her turned her to the door.
and headed back.” “ Don’t come in with me, Austin,” she
begged him. She was dry-eyed still, but
-----------TEXAS TOPICS
A rancher in Big Spring, Tex., has donated about $2,500,000 to church institutions.
No question about ’em growing big in Texas. One Spanish lady in the town o f
Ballinger gained 160 pounds in 3 months, going from 240 to 400 pounds.
Maybe men don’t scare in Texas but pigs do. One turned white from fright recently
in Austin.
It could only happen in Texas, o f course, but a Hereford calf was born out there—
in the town of Canadian— with two heads, two tails and six legs.
Every Time He Opened His Mouth He Got His Spurs Caught in It!
THE UTE KID 87
There was one thing he did know for a have proved a little arrogant and cocky if
fact, and that was handling wild horse he’d won all those prizes. This way he
flesh. Rope, halter, bridle, or just bare was just an ordinary cowboy, and a little
handed and by voice, he was the damned pert and pretty freckled girl whose pa
est natural wrangler the boys had ever only owned 50,000 acres had a chance.
seen. She didn’t like celebrities, she said. His
Of course, he was a rodeo expert, too; heart sank because his stories had a three
he admitted four championships. But the week start on her by this time, and he
wrangling part they really handed him couldn’t even remember all of them to
after trying every trick known on the take back.
rough string. He had meant to take a wrangling job
He’d only come in on the delivery of with Farrell, but Molly’s existence put the
the mustangs, but he stayed on and kibosh on that. Clear as day, if he meant
worked through roundup with them. He to moon howl for an owner’s daughter, he
didn’t care about the $20 pay although had to be an owner himself.
he didn’t have a bean to his name. What The Kid explained to Molly that he had
he was sticking around for was the rodeo, worked the roundup just to get the feel of
figuring to pick off eight or ten prizes, in things. Now he was going to look around
cluding Grand Champion. and pick himself out a neat little horse
The first incident of rodeo day was ranch. Once he got out that mouthful,
when a wobbly little colt got into the cor he was on pretty safe ground because one
ral while a particularly ugly cow was thing he did knbw was horseflesh. He
roaming around with blood in her eye. even caught old man Farrell’s serious at
The cow took after the colt that appar tention two or three times at supper,
ently, by instinct, ran for the Kid. when he spouted some of his ideas about
The Kid was sitting atop the corral tell crossing mustang and quarter-bred.
ing about the way he had escaped mass He faced a rather embarrassing prob
acre with Custer, but one yip out of the lem now. He was down to his horse and
colt was enough to make him forget. He outfit, low on powder, and he didn’t have
came down off his perch as if that colt a cent. He was going to have to take a
were his own baby, and he began to yell little ride to outside country and go to
and wave his hat. work to make some, but of course he
wouldn’t admit that.
b u t w h o l e f t a ll h is d r e a m s fo r h im in ...
THE CUP
by WILLIAM CARTER
94
THE CUP 95
there. He wasn’t there many hours, bit of doing. It meant consolidating cer
though, when it came to him that this land tain lines already in existence, linking up
which was rapidly opening up offered a new towns. A lot of people thought he
challenge in something besides finding the was crazy with that impossible transcon
yellow lucre— transportation. tinental idea of his; they were more con
There were a lot of folks in those parts vinced than ever when they learned the
anxious to get from one unlikely place young man—he was only 24— had sunk
to what they hoped would be a more re close to a million dollars into the venture.
warding one, and they were generally in But in less than five years the California
a hurry. Jim Birch exchanged his wagon Stage Co., one of the greatest stagecoach
and oxen for a coach and a couple of lines ever established, was worth twenty-
horses, and he went into a staffecoach busi five times that much.
ness. He worked out of Sacramento, Whenever he could, Jim returned East
charging a dollar a mile for trips. to be with his wife. He hesitated about
As it turned out, Birch wasn’t the only bringing her West to what was still primi
one to have this idea. In fact, competition tive country. Someday he figured, he’d
was pretty stiff. But the'ymmg man from go back to Providence to stay with his
Providence persevered and soon forged lovely young wife and never leave her
ahead of his competitors, continually im again.
proving his coaches in speed and com Jim Birch was in California when he
fort. It wasn’t too long before he was got the wonderful news that he was soon
making $1000 a day profit— and more. to be a father. And the story might have
had a matter-of-fact and pleasant enough
TIME came when Jim Birch felt he ending if young Birch had decided to go
A should go back and claim the beau
tiful Julia— which he did. But on his re
back East via the famed stagecoach line
he himself had created. But he was so
turn East, he got a new, and as he thought, anxious to return to Providence that he
better idea. elected to go by boat over the Panama
The great challenge in transportation route. He figured he could get home even
was not the several hundred miles be quicker that way.
tween the gold fields and towns of Cali Before he left, an old stagecoach hand
fornia, but that of getting people from of his gave him a cup, a silver cup. “For
the eastern section of the nation to the your young ’un,” he grinned broadly.
western, and, conversely, back again too. Jim Birch accepted the present with
More and more people, he knew, would be prideful thanks. During the voyage, a
coming from the East to fabulous Califor matter which sometimes brought raised
nia, some to stay, some on temporary eyebrows from other passengers, he’d sit
business—but they’d all want to get back for hours on the deck and. holding the
and forth as comfortably and quickly as cup in his hand, smile to himself.
possible. He was clutching the silver cup when
There were stagecoaches running be the ship, the side-wheeler Central Ameri
tween some of the larger towns along the ca, went down in a storm with 400 persons
way, but there was no transcontinental and probably an overloaded amount of
stagecoach set-up. And that, young Jim gold bullion.
Birch decided, was what was needed.
^IOR awhile the brilliant young stage-
Jim Birch married Julia Chase and he
stayed around Providence for a while. But
the dream that he had dreamed returning
M - coach executive clung to a floating
wreckage with 20 other men. In all the
home—a great cross-continent stagecoach violent swirl of water, he managed some
line—was too much to resist. how to hold onto that silver cup which he
Jim went back to make it a reality. was taking to his unborn child. Finally,
He did too, though it took quite a though, he felt he could not last it out any
96 TEXAS RANGERS
longer. His strength ebbed away. He gave out of the maw of the turbulent sea, was
the silver cup to a mulatto near him, a to take on the glowing emblem of a
fellow named John Andrews. miracle before the trip was over. It was
Birch told Andrews his name, and that to be the salvation of them all. When water
he was from Providence, and he said to filled the lifeboat, it was the silver cup
him, “If you survive, please give this cup that enabled them to bail it out. And it
to my wife. If you find yourself going, was with the cup that they caught the
give it to someone else with the same rainwater without which they would have
message.” been unable to quench their mounting
One by one the men holding on the thirst.
flotsam found their strength leaving them So it was that the lifeboat band, includ
and they’d let go and disappear. When, ing George Dawson, did survive and the
at dawn, a lifeboat came along there was cup came into the possession of the beau
only one man still clinging to the wreck tiful but heartbroken Julia Chase Birch
age. in Providence. In time it was turned over
The last survivor was also a mulatto, to the University of California, still some
George Dawson. When he scrambled how a strangely haunting vessel that mir
into the lifeboat, the silver cup was still rored in its shimmering metal the hopes,
in his possession. the ambitions, the greed and, yes, the
The silver cup, coming so unexpectedly sentimentality of a bygone day.
•
A Novel by LARRY A. HARRIS— Novelets by JIM M AYO and JOSEPH C H A D W IC K
Stories by W ILLIA M L. HOPSON, BEN FRANK and Others
LASH OF FURY
By D. S. HALACY, JR.
the whip into a corner of the stable.
F OR A SILVER dollar Clint Marshall
would have cut the sickly grin from “You’re through!” he flung out through
clenched teeth. “ Damn you, Marshall,
the station agent’s face with his whip. The
bony man left off berating the team and you’re a troublemaker. I’ve told them
turned to glare at him, face twitching, that before.” He took a quick step for
shifty eyes daring Clint to try something. ward. “Pick up your money tomorrow
“What you think you can do about it?’’ night and clear out. If I see you around
he challenged. again I’ll have you horsewhipped out of
Clint spat. “ I’m making a report to the the place.”
superintendent next time he comes Clint’s left hand shot out and twisted
through,” he said. “ You don’t whip my up a wad of the agent’s shirt front, drag
team like that!” The horses were still ging Elkins close. But as quickly as it
cringing and the marks showed plainly came, the blinding rage passed and he
from the lashing they had taken. laughed loudly in the man’s face.
The grin left Elkin’s pinched face and “You wouldn’t like to try it yourself,
color flushed it nearly purple. He hurled would you?” he asked coldly, as Elkins
twisted free. The agent was inches taller “ Sign this, will you?” he asked one of
than Clint’s slab-muscled six feet, but them, taking the bill of lading from his
without the driver’s massive chest and hat. The man scrawled his name on the
corded arms. paper and Clint reached for it when he
“ Mind your step,” the threatened man saw the line superintendent coming down
said. “ I can queer you with every line the other side of the street.
from here to San Francisco.” Elkins They must really be worried! “ Sur
stamped out of the stable and Clint swore prised to see you up here, Mr. Lake,” he
softly. The man disgusted him. Clint said, shaking the stocky man’s hand.
Marshall was a whip, a real driver. It “Didn’t know you was anywhere in the
hurt to have to take this from an agent. neighborhood.”
It hurt to be fired too. Times had changed Lake grunted. There was worry in his
from the hectic days of the fifties. A good face and he took off his hat to mop at
staging job wasn’t easy to find now. He his bald head. “ Hope you’re not the
shrugged and walked to the horses, patting only one,” he retorted. Then he lowered
them roughly as he swung them out into his voice, looking over his shoulder. “ Keep
the yard. quiet about when you’re leaving on the
Thinking of the ugly welts on their return trip, understand?”
sides, he gripped his whip tightly, want “ Sure,” Clint said, frowning. Something
ing to lay into Elkins with it. If it weren’t was up. They walked to the hotel and
for the money, he’d quit now and beat Clint ordered his meal. Lake sat by him,
the devil out of the agent. But he needed stirring his coffee long after it had cooled.
this last pay money. “ I’m riding shotgun with you on the
He led the team to the stage and backed way back,” he said suddenly, pushing the
them into the traces. The big off-leader coffee aside as if it wasn’t his.
snorted and pawed the ground. Clint Clint drained his own cup and finished
stroked the animal’s neck and talked to the pie. “ It’s your outfit,” he said. “ Don’t
him, calming him. There was a score to make much difference to me one way or
settle with Elkins, all right, but it could the other.”
wait until after this last trip. Lake frowned. “What kind of talk is
that?” he snapped.
HE CONCORD was loaded. The boot “Your agent in town gave me my
T was filled with merchandise for the walking papers as of when I get back from
mines, and there were four passengers in this run.” Clint reached for a toothpick
side. Elkins brought out the bill of lad as they left the counter.
ing and shoved it at Clint, avoiding his Lake caught him by the shoulder.
eyes. Clint folded it twice and stuck it in “ W hy?” he demanded. Clint told him and
his hat, then climbed to the box. He the superintendent listened with a scowl.
slapped the reins on the wheelers’s rumps “ Damn you, Clint,” he said. “ Why can’t
and the stage moved out from the side you get along with Elkins?”
walk, swaying easily in the thorough- “ Same reason I don’t hanker none for
braces. skunks,” Clint said sharply. They went to
Out of town he let the horses idle along, the mine office, Lake pushing open the
saving them for the long climb into the door.
hills ahead. The mountain road kept his “ I’ll see what I can do,” he said. “Y ou’re
hands busy but his mind was on Elkins a good driver, Clint, but you’re a hell of
and what had happened today. He held a mess of trouble, too.”
nothing but hate in his mind for the man.
Clint swung down from the box at Ban VENING,” he said to the two men
ner, stiff from the long haul. He helped
the passengers out, then went to watch
E behind the panelled counter. They
nodded curtly and Clint waved a hand,
the man from the mine unload the boot. recognizing the mine owners. They looked
y and Lake took out his \
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“ We plan to start at half p;
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, I need some sleep before I
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