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‘The FEUD at
SINGLE SHOT
By Luke Short
SYNOPSIS
With his partner, Rosy Rand, Pave
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
Ly 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
isailant 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 the
town banker. Identity of corpse re
veals him to be ex-employee of Ham
mond’s. Dave, Rosy and the sheriff
immediately confront Hammond with
facts. Fight between .Hammond and
Dave prevented by sheriff. Dave plans
to raise alfalfa on his land and use
money to pay off mortgage. Someone
blew up the lake. Hammond thought
it was Dave and the latter suspected
Hammond. A chance meeting of the
two gives them an opportunity to
clear away this false impression. The
hunt now turns to Crowell, the mys
terious man of means and ambitions.
* * ♦
"But — but I don’t understand,”
Mary said weakly.
“It’s easily explained, Mrs. Wint
ers,” Crowell said. “Your brother
realized that the place was worthless
now. He decided to let his half go.
He knew I would be out this morn
ing to tell you, so he didn’t bother to
send word out;”
“But why are you buying it if it’s
so worthless?” Mary had got a grip
on herself.
'’“Grass,” Crowell said bluntly.
■“But the water?”
Crowell laughed easily. “We have
■money, Mrs. Winters. Building up
that wall again with a crew of men
is a small matter for us.”
“Ted, what do you think?” Mary
asked suddenly.
“It looks like Dave has run out on
us, Mary. Without him to run the
place, I’d say we might as well give
, up and sell out to Mr. Crowell.”
He heard Mary get out of her chair
and walk to the window. When she
spoke again, it was as if she was ar
guing with herself.
"But you’ll have a court fight with
the spread, Mr. Crowell. Hammond
claims the lake too.”
“But who owns it?”
“We do,” Mary said.
“And you have the papers to prove
it?”
“May I see them?”
Mary hesitated a moment, then
said: “Surely,”
Rosy knew she was wanting time
to digest this,
"God, this is shaky! Do you think
it’s going to work?” It was Crowell
speaking,
“Sure. Dave’s signature convinced
her,”
Crowell laughed softly. “But since
Dave and Hammond aren’t fighting
each other, I don’t know how much
they suspect. And where’s that red
head?”
"He hasn’t been around here. We
are safe enough.”
“Well, there’s only one thing to
do. I’ll register at the hotel today,
like I’d just come in. Then I’ll see
Hammond agaip and try to talk him
into selling and then I’m disappear
Winters. But I won’t insist. We’ll
give you exactly what we gave Dave,
pl-us the two thousand of course.
Won’t you fake time to reconsider
before you give your refusal?"
"Why—yes,” Mary said hesitantly.
"How long will the offer be open?”
"Until tonight, at train time,”
Crowell said, Rosy heard him rise.
"I’ll be at the hotel, at Single Shpt.”
"That will be fine,” Mary said.
“Good-by, Mrs. Winters,” Crowell
said. "I hope to hear from you by.
tonight. Good-by.”
Rosy heard the outside door shut.
"Mary,”—it was Winters speaking
pleadingly — "you can’t be serious
about not wanting to sell now that
Dave has run out on us!”
"Let’s go in the kitchen, Ted,”
Mary said quietly. B '
“Damned if I will!” Winters ex
ploded. "I want to know if you’re
going to sell. Let’s get rid of this
ramshackle1 old place and go east
‘A cow-country girl . . . just a calico sweetheart!” Winters sneered.
ing.”
“Every one is doing just what the
Boss said they wouldn’t.' Except
Turner. He walked right into Sayres’
hand.
"Did Sayres have ■ a tough time
cracking him?”
“Not from what Cinch said when
he gave me this paper.”
“What does the Boss think?”
“He’s satisfied with Sayres’ work
but he’s on my tail to finish this.”
As Mary came into the room,
Crowell was saying to Winters: "—
arid it can be done without too much
expense.”
Rosy had been listening until his
ears rang. So Winters was in on it!
And Sayres had Dave a prisoner! But
more than that, there was a boss be
hind them. Even behind Crowell.
He heard Mary say to Crowell:
"Here’s the land papers.”
He heard Crowell take them.
"All in order, Mrs. Winters,” Crow
ell said. “I think we can afford to
pay an extra two thousand tor that
paper. It’s fool proof.”
Rosy heard Mary sigh. “I—I don’t
think I’ll sell, Mr. Crowell. Not right
away, anyway.”
"Well, I think you’ll regret it, Mrs.
where we belong.”
R.osy heard Mark’s heels on the
floor, headed for the kitchen. Then
they stopped abruptly and scraped.
“Look here,” Winters said in a cold
voice. “Cut out this sentimental non
sense. We’ll have a fortune. Dave’s
out of it—”
“He isn’t,” Mary said desperately.
“Isn’t he?” Winters said sardonical
ly. “Are you doubting • Crowell’s
word?”
"No,” Mary retorted heatedly.
“I’m not doubting anybody's* word.
He’s wrong. I know Dave too well
to think he’s do a thing like that!”
“Take a fortune instead of a chance
to run a bunch, of mangy ca,ttle?”
Winters asked sarcastically. “You ov
erestimate that jailbird’s love for
work.”
Rosy heard Mary gasp.
“Let’s not talk about it, Ted,” Mary
said quietly. "After all, I’m the one
to decide.”
“You had chances to sell, before
Dave got here,” Winters continued.
“You refused. Now, since the place
has been made worthless, you still re
fuse. Why?” '
“You wouldn’t understand,” Mary
said calmly. “It’s not sentiment, It’s
— it’s just that I’ve lived here all my
life and love jt.”
"A cow-country gal,” ’"Winters
sneered. "Tust a calico sweetheart.
All right,” — his tone was gathering
confidence—“you’ll either take the
offer for the place or look for a new
husband.”
“I thought that was it, Ted.”
“Then you won’t take it?”
“No.”
Rosy heard the sharp slap of flesh
on flesh and Mary’s startled cry of
pain. Then the door slammed and
Rosy hurled the davenport from him
and scrambled to his feet.
He walked up to her slowly.
“I’m sorry, Mary. I didn’t mean to
listen, but I couldn’t help it.”
"He hit me, Rosy,” Mary sobbed
out.
“Rosy, you won’t do anything to
him, will you?”
He studied her face before he an
swered. “He’s your husband and you
are my friend. I reckon I’ll tell him,”
—his voice died as he watched her
eyes. “No, I won’t,”-he said softly.
“It’s not my business. I reckon if
you want me to do anything, I’ll al
ways be here to ask.”
"It isn’t the first time, Rosy,” Mary
said brokenly. “He’s done it before,”
Rosy waited until she stopped cry
ing, then laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Pack some stuff. We’re going to
town.”
“Hammond’s girl is alone. You can
stay there with her. But I don’t want
you in this place.”
Mary nodded dumbly. “Did I do
right with Crowell, Rosy? Has Dave
"Let’s” go,” Rosy cut in on her.
"Dave hasn’t done anything. And I’m
just beginning to understand some
things.” He started for the door.
"Pack some stuff. I’ll saddle up.”
As Rosy raced for the corral, he
already had a plan half formed.
• * * *
Dave had argued with the sheriff
at the lake. He ha'dn’t mentioned his
intentions until they had found the
tracks. They led around the base of
Old Cartridge to the rock-rim. And
there the dynamiters had placed a last
charge, blowing the trail out behind
them and cutting off pursuit. It meant
that Dave would have to go down in
to the valley again and ride north for
ten miles or so until the rock-rim pet
ered out and he could enter the can
yons. He told the sheriff this, and
said that he wanted to ride alone.
Hank had given in grudgingly, but
had agreed to ride to the D Bar T
and stay the night, telling Mary of
the dynamiting.
At parting Dave' had borrowed a
Clot from him, and a handful of cart
ridges. The gun he wrapped in his
slicker and tied behind the cantie, for
the rain was over. He rode down the
wash again, past the Draw Three and
headed up the valley.
He thought of everything that hap
pened to him. None of it made sense.
Why would any one first try to bush
whack him, then destroy his ranch?
Dave felt his weight shift against
the cantie. The horse was ascending
a rocky ledge which rose up ahead.
The trail had left the stream bed and
had turned in toward the mountains.
He was yanked out of it by a dim
warning whistle, a hissing. Automat-'
ically, his right hand streaked to his
gun. He had it clear of leather when
the rope settled and he was yanked
from his Saddle. The rope had tight
ened above his elbows so that his
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Lost last Wednesday while on a
berry-picking expedition with his
French-Canadian father near the Tes
sier homestead 13 miles north of
Sturgeon Falls, Fernand was found
late Sunday and brought back to par
ents who had given him up for dead.
Neither hungry nor thirsty, the boy
apparently was none the worse for
his experience. Dr, R. F. Malo, phy-
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sician in the lumbering, settlement of
Field, three miles from the Tessier
home, Said he was “amazed” after ex
amining the boy to find him in good
health. Only the youngster’s legs
wore scratched and his legs and feet
were sore, "There’s nothing wrong
with this boy,” Dr. (Malo said. "He’s
as sound as a whistle.”r End of a
search that brought industry and farm
> work in the district virtually to a
I standstill came at 5 p.m. (E.D.T.)
when George Morrison, lumberman,
bushman and mill worker, and a far
mer, Rene Veilettc, stumbled across
the boy SVz miles south-west of the
Tessier farm. His safe return is to
be observed as a modern miracle in
thanksgiving masses in Field. His
dog, Poussct (LEFT), went into the
woods with him but, two hours after
the boy was reported missing, return
ed home alone. Remaining at home
with her three-year-old son, Raymond
Mrs. Valmore Tessier (CENTRE),
the child’s mother, prayed constantly
that he would be returned safely.
forearm and gun were clear. Sixty
feet off a rider, his rope dallied ar
ound the horn of his saddle, was just
dismounting.
Dave took a snap shot, saw the
horse shy into the man and both dis
appear behind a rock as he was drag
ged forward helplessly on his’chest.
Then it was quiet, and Dave struggled
to roll off his arm and get his gun
clear.
He aimed where the rope disap
peared around the rock. He shot and
the rope snapped. He lunged to his
feet.
This time he didn’t hear the rope.
It came from behind him. It settled
from behind with the viciousness of
a striking snake around his waist,
yanking hisv gun arm down close to
his body.
Dave ’turned. He saw two men ap
proaching, one with both guns out.
Maybe you’d like us to finish what
Freeman didn’t,” he said with a sneer.
“So you know about Freeman, eh?”
Dave asked.
' Another of the men started to
speak. He was a swarthy individual,
dressed in tattered range clothes, and
he spoke around a cheekful of tobac
co. "Why shouldn’t—” "Shut up,
Lew,” the heavy man ordered.
They walked behind a rock’ off the
trail. The other man, a small, vicious-.j
looking hard-case w'ith a rat’s shifty
eyes, prodded Dave with his gun.
Lew collected the horses. The man
with the dead eyes looked at his horse
and cursed. Dave’s shot had creased
the horse’s neck, making it bleed.
"You better trade nags with me,
Reilly,” he said to the rat-face. “This
blood is liable to cause questions.”
"You goin’ to town?”
“Sayres said to get ’em both, didn’t
h£? And the red-headed hombre ain’t
here.”
"What’s—” Dave began.
The outlaw with the dead eyes
wheeled and drove his fist into Dave’s
face, sending him back against the
rock. • >
“You better take him off. the trail,
tie him and got goin’,” the heavier
man said. “I’m leavin’.” He walked <
over to Reilly’s horse, mounted and
rode off in the direction Of town,
Reilly turned to Lew. "We better
take the Five Points trail to the shack
hadn’t we?”
“Yeah. There’s too many damned
prospectors wanderin’ the other way.”
They ordered Dave to mount, then
tied his feet in the stirrups and his
hands behind his back. He rode the
wounded horse, which, made any at
tempt at escape more hopeless. Reilly
grinned.
“You figgered we’d blew out the
trail behind us on the rim and then
rode for them Canyons, didn’t you?”
He laughed. "Well, there’s another
trail down that mountain. Try and
find it if you ever get back,”
(Continued Next Week)
CHUCKLE COLUMN
A Last Affront
“Sorry to. hear your engagement is
broken off, old chap.”
“I’shall get over it. But the worst
blow was when she returned the ring,
marked, ‘Glass, with care.’ ”
AH Bad
Brakeman (who had ordered tea)
—What is this—is it tea or coffee?
Waitress—What does it taste like?
Brakeman—It tastes like wood al
cohol.
Waitress—Then *it must be tea. Our
coffee tastes like gasoline.
Teacher—Surely you know what
the word "mirror” means, Junior. Af
ter you’ve washed your face and
hands, what do you look at to see if
your face is clean?
Junior—The towel, ma’am.
“There is no need for your wife to
worry abou,t her sight,” said the op
tician. “The weakness is a sign of
advancing years—and you can tell her
that.”
"Me!” gasped the little man, jump
ing out of his chair. “You can tell
her yourself, old chap!”
A candidate for Parliament de
claimed: “The people of this country
.must grow more wheat!”
"How about hay?” yelled a heckler.
"I’m talking about food for man
kind,” retorted the candidate, "but I’ll
get round to your case in a minute.”
Milkman (to suspicious Customer):
"You won’t, find nothing wrong with
that, ma’am. All our milk’s been par
alyzed by a Government anarchist.”
“Well, Mose, how Is yo’ better half
this morning?”
"She’s better, thankee, sah; but,
boss, you shore is careless wif your
fractions.”
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Friend—Well, if I had to eat can
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The tramp had unfolded his tale of
woe to a dear old lady.
“You say you were locked in a cage
for ten years? Were you in prison*
my good man?” she asked.
“No, mum,” replied the tramp, sar
castically. "I was a canary.”
WHERE BOY WAS LOST
In the second-growth bush of the-
area around Field, five-year-old Fer
nand Tessier, lost since Wednesday,,
was found late on Sunday afternoon,
Aug. 7th, after intensive searching by
scores of men. As the map -indicates,
Field is on the C.N.R., northwest of
Sturgeon Falls and not far from.
North Bay.
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