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The Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-06-30, Page 6
.... THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES © AUTOCASTER By Luke Short Thursday, June 30th, 1938 and some to the east, and prospectors : too, but you can tell a Draw Three ’Let me know what you find out,” Rosy strode out the door. When he walked into the sheriff’s office the fat jnan was sitting in the same chair, bent over the same pap ers. “I got a tip on that bushwhacker,” Rosy said. "He had clay on his clothes, didn’t he?” “Yes,” the sheriff said. “The Draw Three is workin’ iij. clay,tain’t they?” "1 was expectin’ that,” the sheriff said calmly. “I got a man on the way out there now to check up.” "You think Hammond figgered it might be a little easier to do business with Marv Winters if Dave was out of the way, is that it?” “That’s damn near it,” Rosy said grimly. 1 "Don’t might SYNOPSIS With his partner, Rosy Rand, Dave Turner is on his way to his ranch at Single Shot, Both are returning from •prison where they have served sen tences for unjust convictions. On the train, which is carrying a large sum of money, Rosy’s quick action and straight shooting foils a hold-up while Dave saves the life of Martin Quinn, a gambler, who is being threatened by a desperado. Stopping at Single Shot, the sheriff tells Dave he is not wanted, Quinn defends Dave but Dave and Rand go to Soledad to meet Mary, Dave’s sister, and proceed,on horseback to the ranch. Mary reveals she is married and tells Dave that the ranch is doing poorly, being beset by nesters and involved in a claim dispute. Suddenly a shot from the darkness topples Dave from his horse. Rosy fires and kills the unknown as sailant and they rush to the ranch to treat Dave’s severe scalp wound. Next morning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy discover that Mary is now cooking for,the ranch hands—a bad sign. Af ter discussing financial matters with Mary, Dave and Rosy saddle horses and leave for Single Shot to deliver, a corpse to the sheriff and see town banker. Martin Quinn was at the box. caught sight of Rosy, called to other gambler who was idling at a beer to take his place and came out frbm behind the table. “Howdy, Rand. How’s things?” Quinn greeted him. •i “Let’s have a drink.” ' They picked a spot at the back end of the bar. “Did I see a question breakin’ out in your eyes when you looked at me?” Quinn asked. “You did,” Rosy said. Quinn listened carefully while Rosy told him of the events which had ^..brought them in to Single Shot. “He gets off the train and some body slams him?” he said softly to Dave. “Why?” i : ; ' ‘ "DuriflO. He’s got a good ranch, but she’s spavined. Land mortgaged, no stock, buildings poor. Other hand, jgood grass, plenty water and a big 'i-angc. ‘Now you tell me.” Quinn shrugged. “Describe this bushwhacker again.” i ■ “Sandy half, cut with a drawknife ■about three years ago, I’d say; three weeks’ beard; blue eyes; four inches shorter’n me; square face; missin’ a| few teeth. He was wearin’ waist ov eralls, dirty blue flannel shirt, black vest. Black Stetson." “Any clay on his clothes?” Quinn asked. Rosy looked at him keenly. “Now you mention it, there was. Not much though.” “Look at the books at the Draw . Three then,” Quinn said. ' I “Draw Three?” Rosy asked, his 1 voice quiet, his eyes suddenly stilled.' the D Bar T’s new foreman; “Sure. They’re working in clay out * Rosy slid a surprised glance at there. There’s men in here from a ( Dave, then looked at Pearson. The you reckon the jasper have been some one Dave said: “Well, covered a spare, thin body. Sparse graying hair oevered an intellectual head, the eyes were sharp, black and deepset, Rosy guessed at once he was a New Englander. "Rand,” he said, bowing. "A pleas ure. So you're prevented the night?” “I reckon I Rosy drawled, back out without shootin’.” “Well, I had the payroll money for' three mines coming in on that train. Of course, they were insured, but theft—it saved a very costly delay. I think there will be a reward for you, young man,” Rosy started to protest, but Pear son held up his hand. "I know. But insurance companies like to reward men just as much for the prevention of the crime as for its cure.” Turning to Dave again, he Davy. Things may soon the young man who train robbery last just walked into it,” "I couldn’t very well - • >> ".Turner, I’ll kill you like a d—d coyote the next time,” Hammond warned ■< knew in prison and that had a grudge agin’ him?” the sheriff asked, man every time if he hasn’t changed work clothes. v "I know lie ain’t,” Rosy said flatly. “That’s the kind of excuse these small town laws start lookin’ for.” The sheriff’s eyes narrowed a little. "How do you know it ain’t?” he said. : > i j i "Because I Was Turner’s cellmate.” The sheriff blinked. "You was?” "I run afoul a tough-talkin’ law,” ’Rosy said. He turned and started 'for the doon j "Wait,” the shreiff said. “I’m com- 1 in’ with you.” Rosy did not talk as they walked together down to the corner and turn ed into the bank. Inside, he saw a paitftioned-off room at the front, a frosted glass door marked “Private” opening on to it. Dave soon came out with Pearson and they walked over to Rosy. The sheriff hung back. ■■ “Mr. Pearson, this is Rosy Rand, ' Ibrighten up.” 1 ’ Pearson turned and left them and before Rosy could speak, the sheriff was beside him, . ■ “That bushwhacker likely come from the Draw Three,’\^Rosy told Dave bluntly. “Maybe,” the sheriff said. Dave looked at Rosy. The sheriff saw the jaw muscles in Dave’s face bulge a little. ; "The sheriff thought so enough to send a man out to ask,” Rosy said.' "So that cheap—” Dave began, then clipp*ed off his speech, turned on his heel and strode to. the door. ■ “Where you,goin’?” the sheriff ask ed. “Git a horse if you’re cornin’,” Rosy told him. The sheriff had a horse at the hitchrack and they mounted and head ed out’for the Draw Three. As they were in'sight of the mine, a rider swung into the road and head ed for them. He reined up, and the' sheriff spoke, “Well?” “Name of Freeman. Fired three c ....... ... ............................, ___ --___ — _____ .weeks ago. Hammond could tell by whole bunch of mines’ to the south , immaculate clothes of the banker that scar you found under his chin.” 0Pave looked at Rosy and they both looked at the sheriff, who was suck ing hi§ teeth complacently. The shreiff turned to the deputy. "You go back to the office,” he told the- man. Silently, they rode up to the main building. The sheriff unloosed his guns, and took the lead, Dave and Rosy following. The door was open and the sheriff strode into the office without knock ing. It was a long affair, with a wide desk at the far end, at which. Ham mond •was seated, bent over a ledger. He looked up at their entrance and rose. The mining man was tall and grizz led, with kindly blue eyes, He ha’d a mane of almost white hair, and a full mustache to match it. He shook hands with the sheriff. "These gents have got some ques tions to ask,” the sheriff said, and thereupon introduced them. They shook hands, the older man warmly, the two younger perfunctor ily, and without speech. Hammond bid. them be seated, but Dave stood up, “You don’t know me, Hammond, I reckon,” he began. "Leastways, you didn’t seem to recognize the name. I’m Dave Turner, D Bar T. “Some whippoorwill took a crack at me with a greener last night,” Dave said slowly. “Rand killed him, The deputy we met on the road just said he used to work for you. Is that. right?” .> “That’s right,” Hammond said quietly. “He used to work here. He was canned because1 he tried to run a high-gradin’ dicker with my foreman, Shed. Martin. What about it?” “And you want the D Bar T wat er,” Dave said slowly. "You tried to bully my sister into givin’ it up and when she wouldn’t you threatened to take it to court when you know it’s our water and has been for ’forty years.” The sheriff spoke up quietly. He now stood in a corner, his six-guns resting steadily in his palms. “And without any leather-slappin’,” he said. Dave and Hammond glared at each other, and Hammond slowly rose. “Turner,” he began, “I’ve killed men for less than that. And sudden.” “I bought that water,” Hammond said slowly, "paid for.it in hard cash. I need it to mine with and I’m goin’ to take it. The map shows it’s on I the section I bought, and I’ll use ev ery drop of it if I have to ’drink it!” “And I say you won’t use a drop of it if I have to build a raft and live on the lake to Dave said. "Don’t make said softly. “We’ve got land,” Dave* said, .a look for yourself some .time.’ “You. can go into Phoenix and look in the Land Office files of the year 1893. Whoever sold you that land was runnin’ a sandy on you, from the ground up. And if you think you can take it with a bunch of killers—” Hammond, in his rage, forgot he had guns. He lunged at Dave’s throat as Dave leaped to meet him, his face contorted with fury. As soon as the sheriff saw that Rosy was trying to part them, he holstered his guns and stepped in. It was a full minute be fore Dave and Hammond were sep arated, the sheriff pushing his grunt- (ing bulk against the desk. Rosy held see that you don’t,” a move,” the sheriff the papers for that “Come up and take HOLLYWOOD STARS HAVE THEIR CAREER TROUBLES JL W i Business and Professional Directory DR. R. L. STEWART PHYSICIAN Telephone 29, ‘ RS Myrna Loy (LEFT) dangles an ex- pensive hunk of rock from her shape ly neck. It’s black opal in in Australia, reportedly the largest existence. When found it weighed 220 carats. Cutting reduced - it to 96 carats, j friary is the title given Isa Miranda | (CENTRE). 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Hammond’s eyes were murderous. “Turner, I’ll kill you like a damned coyote the next time I see you.” “If I don’t hunt you down first, Hammond,” Dave rasped, his ''voice hoarse with fury. Hammond lunged, only to be held by the sheriff. Dave struggled with Rosy. ' 1 "Get him out!” the sheriff ordered. They left the trail at the notch an hour after noon, heading more west than the trail would have taken them. Rosy had not spoken since 1 mounted at the Draw Three. Dave had ridden off his anger. “I reckon I lost my said. “Plumb,” Rosy said figgered you’d be sorry anything to the old man. After all, we didn’t have no proof.” , “It took me a long time to see it,” Dave said' slowly. “We haven’t proof that he paid the man. All we can do is guess. He didn’t take to the idea'i the individual who has gone ahead much, did he?” “He took to it so danged little that I’m wonderin’ if we ain’t shoutin’ down the wrong barrel.” “What beats me, Rosy, knew I was comiri’ home, know I’d get off the train instead of at Single Shot?” “I been wonderin’ when you’d think of that,” Rosy said slowly, “How would Hammond know you’d be passin’ there in that draw at that time of night? How’d he know about it?” Fie crooked a leg over the sad dle-horn and looked at Dave. “Well, Harmon or Finnegan could have picked it up around Ted or Mary and then went to town and got a couple of drinks under their belts and spilled it,” "They could,” Rosy admitted. "So maybe it wasn’t Hammond at all. Maybe it was some one that wanted it to look like Hammond done it. Say, them nesters.” “I’m hopin’ it isn’t them,” Dave said seriously. "I’m hopin' those nesters are rea sonable people, "Here's the scheme. I thought of it last night, but didn’t say anthing until I’d seen Pearson. Fie gave me a nincty-day extension on the paper he’s holding against the spread,” "Well?” Power is a'word which we frequent- they | use- Mechanical or electrical pow- temper,” he briefly. “I if you done is -how he How’d he at Soledad er is now constantly in use, so much so, in fact, that we do not give much thought to the conveniences and comforts brought to use by the ap plication of power. Certain individ uals are admired, envied, or feared because of their power, and, among them are those who properly use such power and, unfortunately, those who abuse it. In many ways, person al power represents success, because 1 me inaivruu.ti who nits gone anead I and reached the peak in his particular line of work has generally attained to power in that field. In any and every type of work, we are helped to success if we possess physical and .mental health. 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