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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1938-11-24, Page 6THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thurs,, November 24, 193& THINKS CANADIAN BOYS DRINK TOO MUCHThat’s what X aimed to have to show a for that, young 6 * I was combin’ my hair ie? inbJI 111 "mH JBm H . 1mm •fr £>. W?. Rorwe'z, Yoifll reason SYNOPSIS ‘ The Kid’s name was Bob Reeves, ibut back home on the Brazos they called, him Tig^r Eye, because one eye was yellow—the eye with which he sighted down a gun-barreh 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, sp 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 shot had killed the of strangers rides up. insults Mrs. Wheeler her name with the Kid shoots a hole in man. A gang One of them by coupling stranger, The each of the ears of Pete Gorham, who hurled the insult, 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. Learning that th “nesters” plan to draw the Poole riders into a trap, the kid informs Garner, telling him at the same time he had learned it was the latter’s shot that killed Wheeler and not his own. Garner is grateful and gets the boy a job riding range for„the Poole outfit. The Kid sees a lone rider attack a man and a girl driving in a wagon and wounds the assailant, and then finds out he is Wheeler. After rescuing the girl’s dad, the Kid is given a grateful warning by the girl, who thinks he is one of the Texas killers, to get out of the val­ ley before the ’nesters shoot him. The boy is touched by Nellie’s con­ cern and lets his mind dwell on her, realizing she must have liked him personaly to warn him when he was supposed to be one of the imported gunmen. Later he tells Garner he wounded a nester who tried to am- ambush him. He a Texan who is wagon crew. * NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY The superintendent was an old range man named Walter Bell and he was growing rich at managing the Poole. He replied to that letter and he didn’t beat around the bush. The nesters, he said, were rustlers in real­ ity and were stealing the Poole blind. John Poole "replied that Bell must know what medicine to use on rust­ lers, and Bell wrote back that he did, but it would cost some money. So Bell went quietly and methodi­ cally to work, hiring men skilled in the fine art of administering leaden pills as required, with no talk or fuss about it. Saddled horses stood in the shade of a big cottonwood tree, some still breathing quickly from hard riding, others resting a leg while they dozed. meets Jess Markel, boss of the Poole * * level of the valley. But the ridge was friendly and shielded him from view to the south, and the brushy under­ growth along the creek gave protec­ tion there: He felt safe enough to give his full attention to the ranch he was approaching. This was where Nellie lived. Y sir, she lived right up this road piece. The kid’s heart thumped so he could feel it. He rode forward and unhooked the, gate. The kid was glancing this way and that, to the garden patch, the grove, the corral, the house, looking for a girl with yellow hair, . Wonderful hair! The kid never could forget how 'it looked flying loose. Like a banner of gold whipping in the sun. It made a funny kind of lump in his throat now, just to think of the way she looked with all that hair flying loose. Like an angel in a gingham dress, kinda. •The sharp venomous crack of a rifle up on the ridge behind the house struck away those thoughts, And then he heard the piercing shriek of a woman. The kid knew that sound bitterly well and a hot crimpie went up his spine. With one savage lift of his spurs he jumped Pecos out from behind the stack and went thundering up the road. No need to fear a bullet now from that rifle, Killers don’t wait, when a wo­ man raises the death scream. » “Nellie! Come quick! They’ve got him—They’ye killed him—Oh, m God! Come and help get him in- They’ve killed him—Oh, he’s dead— Too well the kid knew that tragic ■litapy. His lips' pressed their soft curves into a thin line, His twinkling blue eye half closed to let the tiger look through that yellow right eye of his. He stepped limberly down from the saddle and ran and knelt on one knee beside the wailing woman, hud­ dling to her breast the lolling head of her man, "Ma’am, take away yoh ahms, tote him inside.” She looked up at him blankly, eyes too full of her tragedy to aught else, Then Nellie came running from somewhere up along the base of the ridge. “You! What’ve you done? What’d you do it for? Ma—oh, Mother, don’t!” Pity tore at the kid’s heart as he looked at the two-of them cowering together, but his voice was gently in­ sistent. “If yo’all would get her kway so I can can tote him inside—” “Come, Mother.” Obediently the girl began pulling and coaxing. “We must get him in—You go fix the bed, Mother—” “Yes—yes, I’ll go spread up the bed—” With the limp, bony old man sag­ ging a deadweight in hisf young arms, the kid went into the house. Little old pappy had been shot in the back when he walked out into the yard. “‘Yes sur, do.” '“Did eh? damn’ good man.” ' “Yes suh. and I saw’ Jess slippin’ up, aimin' to shoot me in the back. Seems like a Markel kain’t face a man in theah killin’s, nohow. He kain’t kill no mo' —lessen He kicks ’em like a mule.” “Jess had both guns put, Mr. Bell,” the foreman here remarked, and he pointed to the two smeared six-shoot­ ers on the ground, it straight, »I was stable and I saw Young Reeves was just as he says, and Reeves, ’here, whirled and shot. He must have drawed his gun, but I never saw him dp it. He sure as hell wasn’t combing; his hair with his six- gun—” The group af the mess-house door laughed at that, and Walter Bell turn­ ed on Jess, “You brought it on yourself,” he growled. “Come on up to the house and I’ll fix you up till you can get a doctor. Reevqs, I’ll see you at the house after dinner,” ‘“Yes suh,” “You done right, Tiger Eye,” said Babe, as the two lingered outside, “Shoah tried to, Babe.” “I thought Jess acted kinda funny, when we was over there at the round­ up. He asked me who I had with me, and I said a young feller from down on the Braz'os, He wanted your name and I give it to him. He* never said anything, but I suspicioned he know- ed yuh or had heard of yuh, just by his looks. But you never let on like you knowed him, so I let it pass.” Babe gave the kid that sharp, side­ long look of his. The kid drew a long, relieved breath and looke at Babe with the old faith shining in his eyes. “You’ll get the job, all right,” Babe said in his ear, when the two paused outside in the shade of the cabin to roll and light a cigarette apiece be­ fore the kid went up to interview Walter Bell, Jess, on his way to the stable with the foreman, scowled and turned.his face the other way, walking wide of the kid. Both hands were bandaged and carried in a sling before him and he looked sick. The kid’s lips tight­ ened a little as Jess passed. Killer— but he never would kill again. Not after those smashed knuckles got well. They’d be stiff as would loose some of his kid reckoned hopefully. “You done right, Kid.” ed this thumb-nail across a match head, lighted the cigarette and snap­ ped the stub in two pieces before he dropped them at his feet: “He’d’a’ got you and never give warnin’.' The damn sneak—didn’t think Jess was that kinda man.” “If every killah had his hands broke, this would be a right peaceful land, Babe.” Babe shivered in spite of himself. “I’d as soon be killed aS crippled,” he said shortly. “Shucks! Yo’all ain’t' a killah, Babe. Man’s got a right t’o defend himse’f, I reckon. That’s what Pap always said. Yo’all wouldn’t shoot a man lessen he come at yuh with his gun out, Babe.” “Shore not.” Babe shot a keen glance at the kid. “Come on and talk to the Old Man. Just red tape; but you oughta meet him. He told me he’d put yuh on and let yuh ride rim with me.” There were things the. kid would like to ask Babe about the valley. That ranch out a ways from the rim, riot in the coulee but tucked down^be- liind a low ridge, where the long- streak of cottonwoods showed there was a creek—the kid would like to know the name of the folks that liv­ ed- there. But he couldn’t ask, or Babe might kinda suspicion it was the girl, Nellie, that the kid wanted .to know about. The kid focused his field glasses on the ridge, but he couldn’t see any­ thing but a fence running up along the side. The ranch was over behind, about where the line of cottonwoods quit. Old pappy wasn’t feeling right good the other day; seemed like he oughta ride down there and see how the old feller was getting along, any­ way. Wouldn’t take but a -minute to ride down and see how her old pap­ py was feeling, Babe never know a thing about it. So the kid went down into ley where the nesters would Poole rider tike a coyote. Babe had told him to ride across the Bench to the river and scout around there for any sign of branding fires or cattle held within corrals hidden in the thic- ds. /- The kid felt pretty guilty and mean ‘going off like this on a side trip of his own, but he didn’t feel ough or mean enough to from the quest of Nellie’s Nellie's last name. • •By the time he reached end of the ridge the kid realised that he was head and shoulders above the too. But even though Babe stood there waiting, he jumped hvhen the kid whirled and fired. The kid ducked past the window and then bucked slowly keeping close to the wall. His yellow right eye had the cold glare of a tiger, as he watch­ ed the med rushing out to see what had happened. Twenty feet away, a man steadied himself and backward with his left hand, and the kid saw and let him get the gun be­ fore he fired again. The man dropped the second gun and stood there, hold­ ing two bloody fists out before him, staring from them to the kid. “Yo’all stop wheah yoah at,” the kid said to those at the door, and they halted on the broad step. fl’ll kill yo’all fob this, Tiger Eye Reeves!” raved the man with the These awakened with a start as the him; waiting for something else two rode into . the unfenced yard. Lean riders perched on the top rail of the nearby corral or squatted on boot heels against the fence. The kid felt them eyeing him as he swung d'own }from Pecos and followed Babe, but they didn't smile at the sight of him. The kid tilted his head in response to a nod or two, and took his place at one side of the group—the right side, which left his gun arm free and gave him a clear path to his horse. Babe left him, going on to the house, where Jie knocked on a door. Babe was a long time in the house. ’Feared like he must have a right smart to say to the Old Man. The kid’s feet grew tired, standing there leaning against the fence, but he did-'" n’t sit down. reached OXI Babe jumped when the Kid whirled and fired Another man rode up, some fore­ man or other. He told them to feed their horses and stay for dinner, and the group stirred and went off to at­ tend to their mounts. The kid loos­ ened the saddle on Pecos and Babe’s horse,' slipped off their bridles and turned them into the corral. Babe’s voice calling out some care­ less remark to the foreman came to him at last, and over at the log house beyond the cottonwood some one was pounding on a tin pan to say dinner was* ready. Men were already splashing at the wash basin on the bench outside the door when the kid came up. Babe emptied his basin with a fling of soapy water into the bushes at the end of the house, gave the basin to the kid and went inside, but stopped just inside the door and stared back over his shoulder at the kid as if he were expecting something. The kid dipped water from the big bucket standing there—gently, lest the splash should drown some little sound he ought to hear; some little sound Babe was listening for, there inside,the door. Somebody coming across the yard, walking kinda slow and careful. Hun­ gry «men don’t walk that-a-way to their dinner. The kid took out his ■. little black pocket comb, unfolded it and Jeaned to the wavy mirror in its cheap frame. He looked within and with his left hand he drew the comb through his thick, wavy locks that just missed being red. Babe was still standing just inside the door, still looking out at the kid, waiting for bloody fists. “Yo‘ kain’t,” the kid replied in his melodious drawl. “Yo’all nevah will shoot no moah, Jess Markel.” “Fer Gawd's sake, Tiger Eye!” cried Babe from the step. “What's it all about? You said you didn’t know Jess.” “I nevah did say I don’t know Jess Markel. I said men easy drop theah Texas names awn the trail up heah. I never did say I don’t know that lobo.” “Git ’im boys!” raved Jess, holding out his two shattered hands. “That’s Killer Reeves' youngest boy—and the worst of the lot! Look what he done to me!” “I nevah do bust down a hand les­ sen theah’s a gun in it,” the kid said. “What yuh pull a gun on him for, Jess?” The foreman walked scowling toward .the wounded man. “The kid’s dead right. You had your guns out when' he shot.” “He’s Killer Reeves’'son, didn’t I tell yo’all? His pap killed my pap, that’s why.” “Yoah pap nevah did draw quick enough,” the kid reminded him. “'He’s a damn killer and the of a killer!” raved Jess. “I don’t nevah shoot a man in back, like yo’all tried to do,” the said coldly. Walter Bell himself came with long angry steps from the house. “You the fellow that shot my wag­ on boss?” Bell snapped. “Yes, suh.” ‘“You’ve crippled him for life. Do you know that?’ son the kid ELEANOR POWELL GETS “GLAMOR”, JOAN MARSH A HUSBAND Although given show her dancing. Powell (LEFT) is opportunity to) more as a “glamor girl” in her forth-1 intentoin to wed Charles S. Belden, ability, Eleanor j coming movie, “Honolulu.” Joan j a screen writer, late this month, being built up | Marsh (RIGHT) has announced her] “The kid’s telling cornin' from the the whole thing, combin’ his hair, Jess pulled a gun sticks. Jess fingers, the Babe flick- need to the Val- shoot a guilty eh- turn back honic and the lower I Because her father, who was once Canadian “Mountie," had told her so much about the country, Baroness Helen Rosenkrantz, shown here with a favorite dog, came from Denmark to Canada two months ago. While ~ 7 Killer's work. Dry-gulched, they call­ ed it up here. Killer waiting behind a rock with rifle ready till his man came along. Then pull the trigger a time or two, look to see if the bul­ lets went straight—and then run for a horse tied somewhere outa sight the bushes. 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