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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-11-03, Page 6« * 1ETT1E yo’all, . ■ VFffi WINGJMM ADVANCE-TIMES TIGER L TV?- ' Jbww II " "II 1 IWRWIWI SECOND INSTALMENT shot had killed the of strangers rides up. insults Mrs. Wheeler her name with the Kid shoots a hole in ...... ....."Wffy times to be ridin* around alone, Nest­ er see yuh—well, you oughta know” “Shoah do, Babe." “Have any trouble? If it’s a fair Question." “Not to call trouble. Trailed some nestahs to Sam Backer’s ranch. Had a meetin' theah. Right smaht gath­ erin’. They aim to call the Poole men into a trap. Some talk of drivin’ cattle into Oxbow Bend. Poole men’ll go theah and half the nestahs will be cached in the pass—” “Yeah?” Babe looked startled. “Say —that might’a’ drawed the Poole rid­ ers out, if they didn’t know it was a frame-up. We been watchin' our chance to get ’em in the act, the damn’ cow thieves! Say, you got no call to take a chance like that," Babe frowned as the kid's exploit recurred to him. “’F they’d’a’ caught yuh there, they’d ’a’ strung yuh up in a holy minute. Don’t yuh take another chance like that, Tiger Eye.” The kid did not say anything to that. “Say, you goin’ to promise me y-uh won’t take no more chances like that?” Babe pressed the point. “You got something more under your hat shoah am much obleeged to Babe." Babe Garner stared, then laughed shortly and turned away. “Yo’rg welcome, Tiger Eye.” He turned and began thumping pillows with savage energy. “Which side of the bed you want? Me, I like to lay on the edge, where I can roll out quick. “Just lay wheah yo’all feels the best, Babe,” grinned the kid, swal­ lowing the last of the coffee, “I’m sleepin’ sound to-night, no mattah wheah I lay my haid.” The kid was scouting along the rim of the Big Bench a day or two later, playing his mouth organ as he rode, Softly, because yo’all had to be mighty careful nobody down in the valley noticed and took a long shot at you, just for luck. But shucks! Yo’all couldn’t heah that mouth or­ gan any farther’n you could flip a rock with your thumb and finger. Bad country up this way, Nice country, but plumb full of ornery^no- account cow thieves that wouldn’t wait to see if a fellow was all. right but would holler, “Draw, you coy- and come a-shooting, plumb The Kid’s, name was Bob Reeves, tut back home on the Brazos they called him Tiger Eye, because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barrel. His father was “Killer” Reeves, but the boy did not want to kill. If he stay­ ed home he would have to carry on his father’s fueds, so he headed his horse, Pecos, northward and encount­ ered Nate Wheeler, who drew his .45 and fired just as Tiger Eye did. The Kid didn't want to kill Nate, only to cripple him, but his aim must have been wild, for Wheeler dropped from his horse. Babe Garner came riding Up. Wheeler was a “nester,” he said, and had it coming to him. Tiger Eye rode to Wheeler’s cabin to notify the dead man’s widow. The Kid breaks the news of Nate’s death to his widow and then goes out and brings in his body, discovering he had not missed his shot to disable Wheeler but had broken his arm, while another wan. A gang One of them by coupling stranger. The each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insiilt, making his escape in the confusion. He lays in wait for the party and finally sees the men drive off with Wheeler’s widow and child. He trails them silently.* * * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "He followed the wagon to Becker’s ranch and saw the men gathered there, and knowing the signal, he softly whistled the first two bars of “When Johnny Comes Marching Home,” and so got by the man on guard at the gate. The room would •not hold all the men gathered there, and some stood outside in the dark and talked and smoked. Drank, too, from bottles that went from hand to hand until they were emptied and thrown away. ; The kid did not talk. He kept his mouth shut and his ears open, like old Killer Reeves had always advis­ ed. When the gathering showed signs of breaking up, he melted into tile shadows so quietly he never was missed, and presently he rode past the unsuspecting guard at the gate and went his way. The kid unsaddled Pecos, rubbed him dry and went whistling up the path to the cabin. It was warm and reeked with the smell of coal oil fum­ es and stale cigarette smoke. Babe’s paper novel lay open, face down on the table, only two or three pages left unread at the back. “I damn’ near saddled up and took out after yuh, Tiger Eye," he said tquerulotisly. “These are shore bad “I heahd men say it was a rifle bullet hit him in the haid,” the Kid drawled softly. , ... " 1,1 ,,rl 1 ........ 1 I l.fl ■i—> 1 yellow eye about Nate and blinked than what, you told me. Damn, you, Tiger Eye, what more you been do­ in’ to-night?” The kid turned and looked long at Babe over his cup. His was curiously softened. “I been hearin’ talk Wheeler," he said finally, when lie saw how Babe failed to re­ press a start. “I been findin’ out I didn’t shoot so wide. I aimed to hit his gun ahm down, and that ahm shoah was hit, just like I aimed it would be." “Yeah?” Babe’s eyes took on a hard, watchful look. “I heahd men say it was a rifle bul­ let him him in the haid," the kid drawled softly. “I reckon yo’all thought he was goin’ to shoot me. I crazy like. Funny, though. If Nate Wheeler hadn’t come riding and shooting that way, the kid wouldn’t have met up with Babe Garner. It shoah was worth riding all the way -up from Texas to Montana, just to meet up with a fellow as nice and friendly as Babe Garner was. Shoah was a snaky kinda country, though. The kid didn’t know just all the ins and outs of the fuss. The way Babe told, it, cow thieves, that let on like they were nesters, had banded together to wipe out the Poole, which was a big Eastern outfit. Babe said the nesters were stealing the Poole blind and the bosses back East want­ ed it stopped. Babe said the Poole wouldn’t stand for no more, and they SETS OFF FOR U.S. WITH $45,000,000 DREAM “For months I have been on tent­ erhooks,” exclaims 64-year-old Jos­ eph Schaeffer, but now the” little tail- ' or is confident that he is the true heir to $45,000,00 left in the estate of the ’ late Henrietta Garrett. The widow of a United States tobacco million­ aire, she died intestate. Schaeffer, whose lawyer has asked him to come to America, is shown ♦(ABOVE) with ' ' T -TIT. Thursday, November 1938 now looked on all cow thieves same as they did on wolves—-varmints. to be got rid of. Nate Wheeler was gun­ ning for Poole riders, Babe said, and that was why he rode at the kid that-a-way. He played absently, his thoughts dwelling on wliat Babe had said. Babe seemed to think Poole riders had to be fighters. Reckon he ought to tell Babe he wouldn't kill a man for nobody; he’d seen too much of that back home. Anyway Babe never asked him a word about that part. If he did, the kid would tell him straight out where he stood. Poole riders kinda expected to down a man for keeps if it came to gun'‘play between them and nesters, the kid reckoned, Babe said the Poole had tried the law and it wouldn’t work, because the Poole was an Eas­ tern firm and all the nesters and town folks hung together. No jury in the country would convict a cow thief, Babe said. So the oPole was going to shoot it out with the gang. The kid’s job was to ride, along up here on the rim, just lazy like, and watch bunch driven below, round-up down there, . .. bunch of riders going anywhere, the kid was to ride to the top of a small pinnacle, standing back from the rim of the bench, and signal with a little, round looking;,glass Babe Garner had given him. It wasn’t much of a job. The kid would rather ride, with Babe, wherev­ er it was he had struck out for at daylight. But Babe didn’t act like he wanted anybody along. The kid watched faithfully for a while, halting Pecos behind boulders while he got o’ff and focused the glasses on this ranch and that ranch and the tranquil range land in be­ tween. Quiet as Sunday afternoon in- a Quaker village down there. The kid swung the glasses farther into the coulee and along the trail to the gate, and on up to Wheeler’s cabin. There he held them steady, little puckers showing in the skin around his eyes, he squinted so. His lips fell apart slightly as he watched. No wonder the valley was empty and no nesters were stirring! Having a funeral for Nate Wheeler, that was why. Yard full of wagons and saddle horses, men standing around outside the house, not talking but just stand­ ing there, looking sour. Every, one packing guns. The kid sharpened the focus a lit­ tle, still gazing with his forehead wrinkled, trying to figure out what was wrong. Now the men were edg­ ing back from the door—plain as if he stood in the yard with them he could see all they,did; plain as look-, ing at a play on the stage. Fetching the coffin out now. Just a board box with strap handles nailed on, nesters all stretching their necks like turkeys in a grain field, minding their man­ ners but wanting to see it all. Some­ thing mighty strange, though. And then the kid knew what it was. There weren’t any women at that funeral. Nate Wheeler had a wife and baby, but they weren’t there, either. Just men, not dressed up in their Sunday clothes, but wearing colored shirts and overalls. Not shaved, either. Looked like they had just stoppedsby from their work. Plenty of guns, though, and belts full of shells. The kid stared for two seconds longer and took the field glasses from his eyes. Instantly that grpn gathering in the coulee receded into the slight movement of vague dots three miles and more away. The. scene was gone, wiped out by the distance. Instead, the kid was Staring down off the hill at a wagon that came ^rattling down a long slope directly toward him. The driver was standing up, lashing the horses into a run, with the long ends of the lines which he swung like a flail upon their backs. The wa­ gon was jouncing along over hum­ mocks and a woman with her bon­ net off, and her hair flying straight out behind her like the tail of a run­ ning horse, was hanging to the seat like grim death, A man on horseback came tearing up over the top of the little ridge. He started shooting, but he didn’t hit anything at first and the team came through field glasses for any of cattle bein rounded up or along in the nester country Anything that'looked like a or even a his wife, two of his seven daughters and one of his three sons. A lawyer in U.S. says “Schaeffer represents- claim 23,001,” and the estate is now $17,000,000. over that wash .in one long like a deer and the fellow’s balked and^reared back on the The man yelled again, pulled with his gun and sent a bullet waving out behind her like a yellow flag. The fellow after the girl was try­ ing to catch her before she got in among the rocks where he couldn’t ride. It kinda looked‘.as if she might make it all right, especially when she went jump horse edge, down kicking up the dust right in front of her. That scared her so sh^ stopped, not knowing which way to turn. The fellow didn't shoot again but took down his rope and jumped off his horse. The kid was waiting, with his blue left eye squinted nearly shut .and his yellow right eye open and staring like a tiger. They kept coming closer and closer, and the kid’s gun barrel jab­ bed forward and spat. The man widening his loop as he ran, but he dropped it as his arm jerked down to his. side. He wore two guns, though. He started to draw a second gun with his left hand but the kid fired another shot. The man- gave a lurch, almost fell. Sud­ denly he sat down right where he was and leaned .over sidwise, acting kinda sick. . When the kid took another look at the girl, she was lying on the ground a’ll in a heap,' like she’d fainted or been shot or something. He watched.i her for1 a minute and saw she didn’t move, so he went jumping down the bluff like a loosened bowlder. He was plumb sorry for her and he hoped she wasn’t hurt, but he hung back and didn’t want to touch her or turn her over to see if she was dead. Pier hair was all down over her face, and it was the longest, yel­ lowest hair he had ever seen in his life. She gave a deep, gasping sigh and he stepped back a little farther.- She had just fainted. She’d be com­ ing to in a minute, and she wouldn’t thank him for standing there gawp­ ing at her that-a-way. The kid walked over and stood looking down at the fellow on the ground. The man glared up at him like a trapped wolf. Both ears were swollen and red, a puckery round hole showing in the outstanding shell of each. “When I plugged them eahs,” he drawled contemptuously, “I shoah thought yo’all was just plain skunk. I wisht I’d known then yo’all was half % teaspoon soda 1 teaspoon salt 3 teaspoons baking powder % cup raisins Beat egg slightly. Add sugar, mo­ lasses, milk, melted shortening and bran. Sift flour, soda, salt and bak­ ing powder. Mix raisins with flour and add to first mixture, Beat well. 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The girl jumped out and started running for the hill, the man taking after her, yel­ ling at her to stop, But she didn’t do it, though. ’ She was a girl, al! right. The kid knew that as soon as she jumped out and started running. She didn’t run like a woman. This one legged it for the hill like a boy, her hair loose and W. A. CRAWFORD, M.D. Physician and Surgeon Located at the office of the late Dr. J. P. Kennedy. Phone 150. Wingham A R. S. HETHERINGTON BARRISTER and SOLICITOR Office — Morton Block. Telephone No. 66. J. ALVIN FOX Licensed Drugless Practitioner CHIROPRACTIC - DRUGLESS THERAPY - RADIONIC EQUIPMENT Hours by Appointment Phone 191. # Wingham F. A. PARKER OSTEOPATH All Diseases Treated. Office adjoining residence next to Anglican Church on Centre St Sunday by appointment Osteopathy Electricity Phone 272. Hoars, 9 m to 8 p.m. A. R. & F. E. DUVAL CHIROPRACTORS CHIROPRACTIC and ELECTRO THERAPY North Street Wingham Telephope 309.