The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, September 30, 1937, Image 3
Cattle 14 i a g <1 o m -\ By ,%■ %V LE MAY © Alan Le May j WNU Service J / CHAPTER VIII—Continued ? —10— Behind Marian’s shadowed silhou ette the window glass itself shat tered, as if it had exploded inward; out in the brush sounded the ringing crack of a rifle. Then there was si lence and the window against which Marian had stood was empty except for the lamp-lit gleam of its shat tered glass. Wheeler’s breath jerked in his throat; he dropped to the ground and raced for the house. In the dark beside the shattered window Douglas was holding the girl in his arms, and though she clung to him, Wheeler saw that the wagon boss was holding her up. He heard Douglas say, “Are you hurt? Are you—” Billy Wheeler cried out, “In God’s name, Marian—” Marian’s voice said shakily, “I'm all right.” “You hit?” “No.” "Get a gun!” said Vul Douglas crazily. “We was standing here, and somebody took a shot at—” Wheeler turned and ran for the bunk house. Half way he almost crashed into Tulare Callahan. “What’s up?” “Get the boys out,” Wheeler told him. “To hell with saddles, but get ropes and guns. Somebody fired into the layout—we’ve got to try to stampede over him in the brush.” 1 Behind the 94 layout the buck . brush stood ragged, much of it shoulder high to a mounted man; in its crooked brakes the hard sandy ground showed barren in the light of the near stars. With some difficulty Billy Wheeler restrained Gil Baker and Steve Hur ley from spurring their ponies head long into the brush, as if they were trying to jump a bunch of steers. “Stick together, move slow, and keep stopping to listen,” Wheeler f said. “That’s our only chance.” They trailed into the bush slowly, single file, Wheeler in the lead. He had accidentally mounted a horse that believed in ghosts and it moved sidelong, stretching its nose warily at the brush shadows, blowing long uneasy whoofs. Repeatedly they halted to sit listening. For an hour they combed the dark brush, alternately walking their horses and listening. Not until they came out at the foot of a barren rise did they realize that they had wandered almost a mile from their starting point. When you have seen one thicket of buck brush by starlight you have seen them all. They had pushed through a hundred thickets, in which a man could have hidden under the very feet of their horses—yet in that mile of country there were a thousand thickets more. The riders were grim and tight-mouthed. Horse Dunn met them at the cor rals. He had been prowling all over the place, rifle on his arm. He spoke low-voiced, but no one of them I.*... 1 “I Don’t Believe He Knows a Horse Track From a Hound’s Ear/* wou'.d have crossed him then, any mor: than they would have fooled with a 14-hand silvertip. His words came out as hard as pieces of rock. “Go on and turn in,” he told them. “This is most likely all for tonight." Once they were inside, Horse de manded of Wheeler, “What the devil got into Old Man Coffee?” “Whatever it was got into him, it’s going to cost us plenty.” “I don't believe he knows a horse track from a hound's ear,” Dunn declared angrily. “He puts me in mind of some old moss-horn—he paws and blows and hollers, but what’s he know about it when he gets through? Nothing.” “I’m not so sure,” Billy Wheeler said. “Name one thing he found out!” “He figured out that the murdered man was not Magoon.” Horse snorted in disgust. "I don’t believe it. Coffee thought he had to say something, so he said the first thing come into his head. Every sign we got points to the fact that Lon Magoon was killed, in his own saddle, and on his own horse, and at Short Crick.” "I’m thinking now,” said Billy Wheeler, "that we can prove that one way or the other—right here and now.” “How?” “We've still got his saddle, haven't we?” “It’s still under my bunk.” “Let me see it.” Horse Dunn stared at him irrita bly for a moment, then picked up a lamp with a jerk, and led the way to the clean bare room in which he lived. Bjf the yellow light of the lamp the fine old saddles on their racks against the wall glinted clean ly from silverwork and steel. Dunn sat down on a box and hooked his elbows on the table behind him. “Horse, how big a man is this Lon Magoon? About my size?” "Hell, no! Not by eight inches. Little short wiry feller—put you in mind of a grasshopper, or a flea." Wheeler hauled out Magoon’s sad dle. Billy measured the length of the stirrup leather with his arm— stirrup in armpit, fingers upon the tree. “I stand five-eleven,” Wheeler said. “Yet these stirrups are too long for me to ride. Horse, the man that rode this saddle was over six feet tall.” Horse came across the room in two strides and dropped to one knee beside Billy. “Damn it, I know that’s Magoon’s hull!” “You mean it was Magoon’s hull. You can see the short-rig bends worn into the stirrup leathers. But since then the leathers have been let down long, and laced there with rawhide whang.” Horse Dunn measured the stirrup leathers against his own arm. Then he forked the saddle where it lay, jamming his feet into the stirrups. "Tall as me,” he breathed, unbe lieving. He stared at the saddle in credulously for several moments. “Do you reckon,” he said at last, “that infernal old lion hunter would let down those stirrups, just to get us balled up?” “Look at the wear on the stirrup leather. The saddle has been rid den since the stirrups were let down.” Horse Dunn got up slowly and went back to his seat on the box. For a long time he sat staring at the floor. When at last he drew a deep breath and got up, his move ments were those of a man pre occupied. He got out a roll of adhesive tape, pulled off a boot and woolen sock, and began to tape up the outside of his ankle bone, which appeared to be skinned. “I’ve got to take a hammer to those spurs,” he said, his mind on other things. “Seems like they—” “Horse—Coffee was right! The man that died in this saddle was not Lon Magoon.” Suddenly Dunn stood up, a shag gy towering figure, staring redly at Billy Wheeler. “Then, in God’s name, who’s dead?” Wheeler regarded him without ex pression. Within the hour, a shad owy hunch had come over him. He knew that he had no proof for the thing that was in his mind; yet somehow it stood clear and plain. He went to the fireplace, and picked up an old branding iron that had been in use as a fire poker. He squatted on his heels, and with this sooty iron began to make marks on Dunn’s clean-swept floor. “Saying that the 94 is here,” he said, marking a cross, "and Short Crick over here; then hero lies that broken badlands called the Red Sleep. Seems to me there used to be a trail across the Red Sleep, leading over to Pahranagat.” “Yes, sure. But—" Horse Dunn waited; Billy Wheeler studied the floor. “Where would a man be coming from, passing over Short Crick toward the 94? Maybe— Pahranagat?” “Could.” Horse admitted dubious ly “That little railroad spur ends there." “Sometimes,” Horse Dunn made a sudden contribution, “Lon Ma goon has shipped a few stolen beef carcasses out of Pahranagat.” Wheeler nodded. “From Pahran agat the spur runs down the Little Minto to Plumas, then—let me see—” “Cheat Creek, Monitor, Sikes Crossing,” Dunn supplied; “and so to the main stem.” “And so to the main stem,” Wheeler repeated. “And maybe an old-timer, a saddle man, working to ward the 94 by train, would figure it was better to come by Pahrana gat—and there pick up a horse?” They were silent, and the back ground of the outer night seemed uncommonly still—perhaps because Old Man Coffee’s hounds were gone. “A saddle-minded man,” Wheeler repeated, “coming from — say— Flagstaff." He threw the branding iron into the fireplace; it sent up a puff of white ash, against the black opening. "Horse, where was Bob Flagg last heard from?” Dunn’s voice came out thickly. "Flagstaff,” he said. CHAPTER IX Horse Dunn sat relaxed, staring morosely at the floor. In his eyes a dark fire glowed. Wheeler wondered what ugly and shadowy things the old man was seeing. Perhaps, Wheeler thought, he would not wish to see in his life the like of what Horse Dunn was seeing, as he sat looking at the floor. Finally Horse Dunn jerked to his feet with an abrupt impatience. "This is all pipe smoke,” he said. “For a minute you threw me up in the air with that bunk. But hell! You figure Bob come here a way no man would ever think of coming. There’s better than a hundred mil lion people in this country, and Bob Flagg is one of ’em, so you figure that maybe it was him got killed!” “Well, we might anyway check up at Pahranagat. There isn’t so much travel up the Little Minto but what we could find out if Bob Flagg came that way.” "I’ll send Val Douglas over there tomorrow. I sure don’t aim to leave any stone unturned. But if a guess is an inch long, you sure jumped a mile.” “Maybe,” Wheeler admitted. Horse Dunn took a turn of the room and the fighting spirit that had flared up in his eyes burned low and smoky again. “This country’s gone to hell in a handbasket. I’ve never asked for any more than jus tice, and I’ve dealt out nothing less. But where can you get it now? A man’s hands are tied. There was more honesty in the old six-gun than in a thousand courts of so-called law. I’d give ’em their cock-eyed country. I’d wash my hands of the whole works, and good riddance—if it wasn’t for the girl.” It always came back to Marian. The old man didn’t dare lose be cause of what it meant to the girl; he had labored for her too long, in years that for any other man would have been the twilight years of his life. She came before Wheeler’s eyes now, between himself and Horse Dunn, almost as clearly as if she had really been in the room. Dunn was saying, "Know what I’d like to do? I’d like to cut out for the Argentine. Where a man’s cows have a chance to turn around, by God. I’d—” “Argentine, hell!” Billy exploded at him. “If I’d been running this outfit, this situation would never have come up or started to come up!” “I suppose you’d have sold out," Dunn said, a hard edge on his voice. “Maybe and maybe not But I wouldn’t have gone cow crazy, range crazy, until I couldn’t afford to work my stock!” Strangely, Horse did not anger. Wheeler saw that the Old Man thought his tirade was merely based on youth and ignorance, which he had seen in unlimited quantities be fore. “Maybe,” Dunn said now, “you’d have kept the 94 a little one-horse spread—in the best of shape. But that ain’t the question now. We’re where we are, and there’s no use fighting over what went before.” "I can save it yet,” Wheeler told him rashly. “I can throw a hun dred thousand into the 94.” “I didn’t know you could swing that much. You got it, Billy?” “What I haven’t got of it—I can get.” Horse Dunn studied him, sadly, a long time. “That’s an offer, is it?” he said at last. “On one condition. That you give me a free hand, to hire, fire, buy or sell, land or cattle, for three years.” “I believe,” said Dunn, “I’d even do that.” “It’s a deal, then?” "No! You and me’ll never make a deal like that!” ‘‘It's your out,” Wheeler told him, "and it’s your only out. Let me take the finance and the outfit—and all the other ruction falls to pieces." And now Horse Dunn's eyes blazed again, and his voice crack led. “You’ll never put a dime in this brand!” “It’s her brand.” Wheeler remind ed him. “You willing to let it bust up and go down, and the girl and her mother without a cent?" “Let 'er bust—before it ever hangs on your dough!” "But damnation—why?" "You want to know why? I’ll tell you why! Because you want that girl! You want that girl—you think I'm blind? But she don’t want you. . » r. , »r TJ “Isn’t This Pretty Early? Couldn't You Sleep?” I’d no sooner put her in your debt than I’d sell her to you outright. You’re only making the offer be cause you’re in love with Marian.” "You’re crazy! I’m making the offer because I think I can come out on it.” "You want the girl,” Horse per sisted. “You old fool—” Wheeler held his voice down—“do you think I’d ever expect to get her that way? Do you think I’d want her on the basis of—” “Anyway, that’s all over and done, two years back,” Wheeler lied, “Once she could have had me body and soul. But that’s all over. I wouldn't tie myself up, not now, to her or anyone else.” “You lie,” said Horse calmly. “Horse, if you'll let me take—” “Never a dime of your money in her brand,” Horse said with utter finality. Wheeler turned in that night feel ing old and grim. It was still dark as Billy Wheeler let himself noiselessly into the cook shack and lighted a lamp. He found himself cold biscuits; and in a huge pot on the back of the stove he found bitter coffee above a banked fire. He had about finished washing down his cold biscuits when he was annoyed to discover that another early riser was about. Someone was walking quietly toward the cook shack. Hurriedly he blew out his light, gulped down half a cup of dregs, and let himself out of the kitchen, anxious to be on his way without conversation. Then, rounding the corner of the cook shack he almost ran into Mar ian. "Morning. Billy.” He saw that she was wearing belted overalls and boots. “Isn’t this pretty early? Couldn’t you sleep?” (TO HE CONTINUED) Azaleas of the South Imported From France; Plant Brought From Toulouse Azalea time in the deep South is one of great joy and exquisite beau ty, writes Annabella Neusbaum in Nature Magazine. When the azale as, evergreen shrubs of delicate foliage, burst their buds, masses of flowers cover the bush until, its fo liage hidden, the entire plant is a glowing mass of living color. The gracious charm of old Mobile, with her quaint old streets and spa cious avenues lined with magnifi cent century-old live oaks and mag nolias, provides a perfect setting for the azaleas and camellias. Today, Mobile has a beautiful “Azalea trail,” a road some fifteen miles long that leads one through streets literally banked with these flowers. The plants range from two to twenty feet in height, the reigning color be ing a glorious deep pink. The history of the azaleas is close ly Interwoven with the romantic his tory and tradition of the old South. They came to the New World short ly after Bienville founded Mobile in 1711. From old family records we find that Francois Ludgere Diard, native Mobilian and direct de scendant of one of the original set tlers, returned to France to visit relatives in Toulouse. At the time of his visit the azaleas of southern France were blooming. He was so impressed with their dazzling splen dor that on his return to the New World he brought home three vari eties: a deep glowing pink known today as Pride of Mobile; a laven der-pink one, and a snowy-white one. Today, gorgeous specimens of these original plants can be soen in the oldest gardens—some of them perhaps a century and a half old, 20 feet high, and spreading out to a diameter of 100 feet. Now they are found all along the Gulf Co.ishfrom Texas to Florida, up the Atlantic seaboard to South Carol i Plaids Outstanding in Fall Modes By CHER IE NICHOLAS I3UA1DS on autum. style program? Wi hope to tell you! Fact is, the college-faring and the school-going (fromkindergarten to high school agei girl that fails to make a right smart showing of plaid in her fall wardrobe simply is not "in it when it comes to swank in dress There’s no doubt about it. colorful, youthful practical plaids fit into the campus, the office and the great outdoor scheme of things sim ply perfect. All sorts ot plaids are on the aut umn fabric list from high-tone dressy plaids of silk velvet and handsome wool weaves down to the most utilitarian, practical, washable types—the kind that go bicycling along dusty roads and then come out "fresh as a daisy” after each tubbing. Bicycling is a fad so important nowadays designers recognize they must create fashions tuned to the sport. The new sturdy washable plaids are proving most likable for outfits of this sort. The girl on the “bike” as shown in the group illus trated is fashionably and sensibly frocked in a dependable completely shrunk washable plaid that gives this rider the look of being keenly style-minded. The schoolgirl centered in the picture is likewise alertly fashion conscious in that she also selects plaid for her voguish blouse, and it’s safe to say she will be getting a lot of wear out of it besides enjoy ing that feeling of confidence it brings to be appropriately clad for the occasion. Another way to subscribe to the plaid rage that is now featuring in every phase of fashion is to wear a true clan plaid skirt and necker chief with your new fall sweater as shown to the right in the group. This most commendable outfit is sure to prove an inspiration to the schoolgirl. It was shown at a re cent fall style clinic held in the Merchandise Mart in Chicago. Viewing the new fall fabrics one becomes fully convinced that plaids as a fashion “must" are definitely here. It is interesting to note that the more classic plaids are labeled each with its. clan name Also the many smart ways to wear plaids makes them all the more intriguing In enrolling as a plaid enthusiast we suggest that you line your jacket to match your plaid blouse, or wear a plaid dress matched to the lining of your coat, or top a pleated plaid skirt with a bright velveteen jacket, or enliven your fur coat or your fleece coat with a stunning plaid lin ing. They are showing in the stores daring coats in forest green, radiant autumn browns, and the very new deep sapphire blue with bold plaid linings in giddy contrast. Plaid velvet dresses to wear un der fur coats Is another outcome of the present craze for plaids. You can also find cunning jackets of plaid velveteen. Some are bolero versions with plaid belts to match. If it is just a touch of plaid you favor, buy a dozen or so of the new plaid composition buttons and let them go marching down the front of your dark velveteen dress or coat. You can get all sorts of plaid accessories. There are en sembles of beret, bag and belt There are belt and triangle-scarf sets to be had In plaid. © Western Newspaper Union. I BE PENCIL-SLIM Hy CHEKIE NICHOLAS . I——— ' this afternoon trock ot purple silk jacquard was shown in a fashion pre view (or the silk parade held in New York which presented out standing advance fashions created by the foremost designers ol the \ world. To be right up to the mark j your new frock must feature the penciJ-slim silhouette that fashion demands this season, such as this gown so correctly defines. The hand | some firm silks ot quality kind that | are so characteristically a product of this season's looms have been found ideal for achieving the new pcncil-slim styling. Note the shirred draping across the bust. FASHION STRESSES FABRIC ELEGANCE By CHERIE NICHOLAS Fabrics play a most important part this year, and by their rich ness explain the apparent simplicity of the styles which are the great est challenge to the dressmaker. Velvets, lames, brocades, laces, tulles are all in the picture. Lace becomes a happy medium for day dresses, almost severe in their simplicity These may be re tieved by rich belts, patent trim mings. etc. Lighter laces in silk or rayon are combined with a colored fabric lining for day dresses or two tones used in combination as Worth t,„. done Lelong takes a heavy white wool lace tor a nip-length top ot a dress which ends in a sim ple black velvet skirt, with four rows ot the velvet used at the side front from the high waistline to the hip. Patou oilers rosepoint collars, cull or bodice trim with severe dresses—but real rose point Schiap arelli makes lace ot gold cord for three huge medallions on the top per ot a two-piece effect black maro pain. While dresses are simple in effect, fantasy goes into the head gear. Novelties in fabrics include tweed type lames and lace type prints. Style Sobriety Stressed for Chic Daytime Costume At the height ot the vogue for ro mantic fashions, mutinous mur murs are echoing from the ranks ol style leaders who favor simple gar ments for wear before the sun goes down. ‘Sobriety ot the best quality” is the formula advanced by a leading French couturiere as the prime req uisite ot daytime chic. ‘Wear tailored suits and little sweaters, ' she advises, ‘but have them fitted by a good tailor and made ot the finest wool. See that each accessory is equally first grade, for one inappropriate gadget can spoil the entire costume ” Inexpensive Fish Savory.—With a smoked haddock, make this sav ory fish dish. Remove the flesh from the haddock, pick out skin and bone, then chop the fish finely. Season with a pinch of pepper, and parsley and mix with a little butter and two tablespoons of milk. Stir over a gentle heat until hot, add a few drops of lemon juice, then serve on hot buttered toast. * * • To Soften Sugar.—When brown, sugar becomes hard or lumpy, place it in a shallow pan in the oven for a few minutes. • • • For the Seamstress. — Before stitching heavy materials, like khaki, duck or canvas, rub hard soap over the hems and seams. The needle will then penetrate the material mor:; easily. • • • Salad Eggs.—Hard boil the re quired number of eggs, then re move the shells. Arrange the eggs in a dish on a bed of fresh, crisp lettuce leaves, then sprinkle with mayonnaise and grated cheese. Garnish with sliced tomatoes and a ring of cucumber. Serve with cheese straws or cheese-flavored biscuits. • • • Discouraging Ants. — Prompt disposal of garbage and other waste materials around the home will aid in the control of ants. WNU Service. How Constipation Causes Gas, Nerve Pressure When you are constipated two things hap pen. 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