HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-08-18, Page 6THE WINGMAN ADVANCE-TIMES
‘The FEUD at
SINGLE SHOT
By Luke Short
Thursday, August XSth, 193$
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
. tnorning, at breakfast, Dave and Rosy
*<fiscOVer 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
Jjlew 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.
Rosy rushes to Winter’s home to tell
Mary of his suspicions about her hus
band and asks her help to prove his
•Endings, ...
ged rocky hills.
The door was immediately opened
and Lew called for a lantern, A
sandy-haired cowpuncher came out
with it and Dave recognized him as
the man who had stuck up Quinn on
the train.
“Well, Turner, how’s the hero
now?" he sneered. His face slid into
sullen ugliness. “Let’s get that hom
bre off. I’m goin’ to see how far my
fist will go down his throat.”
“I reckon you won’t,” a voice
drawled from the door. The man who
had spoken was lounging against the
door. He was so big and tall that his
head almost touched the top of the
door. His light hair was closely
cropped. His features were even and
his lazy smile was as winning as a
woman’s. Was this the Sayres that
had mentioned?Fat
* . ■ ■ ■ Chinch, and don’t sulk, I might give
you a poke at him.”
Wonderin’ what we’re talking about
Turner?” Sayres said.
Dave shrugged carelessly as he
watched Sayres take a paper from his
Shirt pocket, unfold it, and lay it on
the table.
“That’s a deed to your half of the
D Bar T," Sayres said evenly, “You
are here to sign it,”
“Maybe,” DaVe said.
Sayres laughed easily. “You take
a lot of spookin’, don’t you?" Over
his shoulder he said: “Take off your
guns, boys, and untie him.”
Dave watched them take off their
guns, after which they gathered ar
ound him and watched Lew untie
knots. *
“Turner,” Sayres began, “you’re go
in’ to sign your ranch over to a man
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Their ride was checked only once
and that was when they had reached
a pass that looked as if it would take
them across the mountains to the east
'slope. The pass was narrow, guarded
by two natural ramparts of rock.
As they were about to enter it, a
voice hailed them.
“Don’t come no further.”
“Shet up, Cassidy,” Lew called out.
“Where’s the red-head?” Cassidy
asked.
“Fat’s after him,” Lew growled.
It was dark when they reached the
ranch buildings. Dave could see no
thing but several lighted windows in
41 building tucked in the folds of jag-
“Well, Turner, how’s the hero now?”
1
Chinch whirled to glare at the
speaker, “What’s the difference,
Sayres?”
“Cut it,” Sayres snapped. "Step in,
Turner."
Dave went in. The inside of the
shack showed double-decked wall
bunks surrounding a large table on
which bottles, cards and glasses were
scattered.
“Sit down,” Sayres said politely.
Dave sat, wondering what was
Store for him.
“Like a smoke?” he asked Dave.
“I would,” Dave answered.
Sayres lit a cigarette and put it
Dave’s mouth. They sat quietly, Dave
with tense muscles, until the three
other men came in.
Sayres turned to Chinch. "Saddle
up. You got to take the paper to I
Crowell.”
Chinch glared at Sayres, who laugh
ed softly. "If you’re a good boy,
I’m
in
in
named Crowell, shall we say?
givin’ you one chance. I'm askin’ you
to sign without bein’ forced to. Will
you?”
“No,” Dave answered promtply.
“That’s too bad.” Sayres said soft
ly. “Maybe I didn’t make myself plain
enough. We want the ranch. You
sign your half away and the paper is
produced to your sister. When she
sees that you have signed we expect
her to sign her half away. We’re giv
ing her quite a reasonable sum, Turn
er. Much more than the ranch is
worth to you and her. Wouldn’t it be
better if you signed and not force me
to . . he left the finish dangling.
“No.”
“Get that hammer, Lew,” Sayres
said. Lew got a heavy hammer from
one of the bunks.
“Now spread his left hand out,
palm down, on the table,” Sayres ord
ered.
ROYAL FAMILY POSE FOR PICTURE ON CRUISE TO SCOTLAND
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As a prelude to their summer holi
day at Balmoral, their majesties, with
the young princesses, boarded the
Black-and-gold royal yacht Victoria
and Albert, and sailed up the coast
for Aberdeen. No guests were with
them and the King made only one
landing, at Southwold, Sussex, to
spend his annual day at the Duke of
York boys’ camp,-which he founded.
While no state letter's or telegrams
were received on the yacht, a camera-
man was. He was permitted to
this picture of the King and Queen
with Princess Elizabeth and Princess
Margaret Rose, which is the latest
available
take
Sayres drew a ten-penny spike from
his shirt pocket and looked at Dave.
“Observe this, Turner," Sayres said.
“You see, J mean what I say/* Plac
ing the spike point on the back of
Dave’s hand just below the third fin-
ge, he drove the nail through the
flesh, and into the table.
. “Now get the axe,” Sayres said.
Lew, white-faced, disappeared outside,
and came back with an axe,
“I might as well tell you the rest,
Turner,”, Sayres said/ “I’m going to
cut your fingers off,'one by one. Are
you such a fool, Turner, that you
think your sister can’t be killed? If
we wouldn’t stop" at torturing, do you
think we’d stop at killing her?"
Dave’s face waf parchment-colored
now, partly from the pain which he
could endure, but mostly from what
Sayres had just told him. He knew
now that Sayres was not bluffing and
that
and
him
“I’ll sign/’ Dave said weakly.
"Good,” Sayres said jovially. He
took a pen from a shelf near by along
with a bottle of ink. Dave signed his
name.
“I reckon there’s not much to say
to a coyote like you, Sayres,” Dave
said, his voice trembling with a sup
pressed rage. “Except this: If I live
long enough, I’ll-kill you like I would
a rattlesnake.”
Chinch stepped forward. “What
about that promise?”
Sayres shrugged. “Go ahead.”
Chinch stepped up to Dave, who
was still seated, planted his feet firm
ly and drew back hisriiand.
Dave lunged out
.drove his bleeding
face, sending him
the room and into
lay inert.
Sayres laughed.
table, he walked over to the bunk and
slapped Chinch’s face until the un
conscious man groaned and sat erect.
“Still feel like curlin’ your tail,
Chinch?”. Sayres asked.
Chinch glared at him.
< “Now get saddled and hightail it,”
Sayres ordered. “Crowell’s waiting.
Get goin’.” Chinch slunk out, and
Sayres turned to Lew. “Take him out
in the back room and put those leg
irons on him.”
Dave was prodded into a one-room
addition at the rear of the shack that
served as a storeroom of sorts. He
was handcuffed, seated on the floor
facing the log wall and his feet were
menacled with a logging chain to the
drop log of the addition. When they
were finished, Sayres came In to look
over the job and after grunting his
approval left with the other two. Lew
slammed the door shut after him, but
it Swung open a couple of inches so
that Dave could see them moving in
front of# the crack occasionally, and
a dim shaft of light filtered into the
room.
“Get something to eat,” Sayres
ordered.
Dave could hear the rdttle of a fry
pan. His hand thfobbed achingly with
the punjping of his heart and his fin
gers were stiff and numb. Lying on
his back and staring at the ceiling he
tried to rear some sense into all that
had happened to him. They were try
ing to get the ranch. Why?
Lew’s voice broke into his reverie.
“When’ll the gahbe here?”
“Not very long how. Wo got to
get him. out of the way,” Sayre!s said.
Dave fought-down a cold wave of
terror and fear. A gif 11 That would
be.Mary. They were going to get her,
bring her up here, and they were on
their Way now. More than that, they
were going to shoot him like a coy
ote. And what would they do to
Mary when he was gone?
Sayres’ voice, a little clogged with
food, came to him agdin.
“When you jaspers get back from
this next job, you’ll find the girl here.
And if one of you mention Crowell’s
tianm in front of her, you might just
he could and would kill Mary
Winters after he had tortured
to death.
of his chair and
fist into Chinch’s
sprawling across
a bunk where he
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dismounted at the gate and
slowly to the door. It was
few inches. Her knock was
Have a drink,/ Lar-
Rosy asked.
sheriff? I can’t find
as well give yourself up to the sher
iff, because you’ll be a dead man. Get
that? She’s got to be here without
ever hearing the name of Crowell.”* * *
Laredo set his glass down and eyed
the bandage on the head of the bar
tender. ,
“Where’d you git that?” he asked.
■ The bartender eyed -him sourly.
“I’m tellin’ you for the last time, I
think you gave it to me last night.”
Laredo’s gaze, a little befuddled,
swept up to the mirror and what he
saw made him blink. He turned slow
ly.
Rosy was standing by the swing
ing doors. He looked around the sa
loon, saw Laredo, and came over.
"Oh, Lordl Again,” the bartender
moaned. '
"Hello, Red.
edo offered.
“You sober?”
“Some.”
“Where’s the
him.”
"Asleep, likely. What’s the trouble
now?”
“Then you’ll have to do it,” Rosy
said. “First thing, do you mind get-
tin’ in a scrap?”
Laredo grinned. “I never turned
one doy^n yet.”
“All right. Second thing, Can you
tell me how I get to Sayres’ hang
out?” >
Laredo gave him detailed directions
and warned him of look-outs.
“All right. Third thing,” Rosy said.
“There’s a hombre here in town by
the name of CroWell, Hanke Lowe is
lookin’ for him,” Rosy said. “He’s
connected with the dynamitin’. Now
get this careful. Crowell will be here
at the hotel registered, I want you
to pick a scrap with him and fix it up
with Hank so that Crowell is arrest
ed and locked in jail. Got that?”
"Sure/*
“Now herd’s what you gdt to re
member, and to tell Hank. Crowell
has got to be locked up, but he must
not suspect that' we know he’s con
nected with the dynamitin’} Hank has
got to lock him up on a phony charge
and hold him till I get back.”
“All right,” Laredb Said soberly,
“but you better write Hank a note
explainin’ that.”
Rosy described Crowell quickly.
‘“Hang around the clerk in the hotel
and have him point Crowell out to
you, And have Hank hold him till I
get back.” ■
Rosy started for the door, stopped
in midstride, apd hesitated a moment.
Then he returned to the bar, picked
up the pencil and Wrote another note.
It reads
Quinn? Mary Winters is in town,
and so Is Winters. Keep
. him.
an eye on
Rand.
“And give
the Free
He handed it to Laredo,
this to Quinn over at
Throw?*
When Rosy left Mary at the Mile
High, she wanted to ask him a thbus-
and questions, but his frown stopped
her. She didn’t even know why he
was in such a hurry.
After asking at a store where Ham
mond lived, she mounted and rode
down the street. The house was at
the edge of town and she found it
easily.
Mary
walked
open a
unanswered.
“There must be'some one here,” she
thought and swung the door open fur
ther.
A table lay squarely in front of the
door, a white rectangle of envelope
shining on its dark surface. She look
ed at the envelope lying them as if
intended for her. On it was written
in bold letters. “To You?’
(Continued Next Week)
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If anyone has—'
Died,
Eloped,
Married,
Left town,
Embezzled,
a fire,
a baby,
a farm,
arrested,
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BUFFALO BILL’S RELATION
Eight years after the death of Buff
alo Bill Cody, most famed and color
ful figure of U.S. western .frontier
days, the Cody Family Association of
America was formed in 1925. Among
those who joined was President Dr.
H. J. Cody (ABOVE of the Univers
ity of Toronto. His father, the late
E. J. Cody of Embro, Ont., was a
tliird cousin to Buffalo Bill. Although
he saw the old Indian fighter in Chi
cago once, Dr. Cody never met him.
He pays his association dues regular
ly, but he will not attend the forth
coming clan gathering in California.
Had
Had
.. Sold
Been
Broken a limb,
Moved to town,
Bought a home,.
Visited your home,
Swiped your silver,
Been in a car accident' .
That’s news — Telephone 34.
Mrs. Owens—I wonder if the doc
tor’s wife meant anything personal
just now.
Owens—What did she say.
Mrs. Owens—She said we might at
least pay them a visit.