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bracketed a pair of grim, tight lips.
Beneath his faded, bushy eyebrows
his eyes looked out, clear and blue
and cold. His left sleeve hung empty
for the arm was off at the shoulder,
a reminder of an old rustling war
when he himself had been a cattle
man. But the lean right hand was
sound and with it he lifted a heavy,
worn Colt revolver from the drawer
of his desk and laid it on the scarred
surface before him.
“Yuh’ve had yore say, Spelle,” he
drawled, his -words dripping contempt
and scorn. “Now I’ll have mine.
What I just told yuh stands, this
week, next week or any other week.
Yore damned money ain’t worth hell
room in this bank.* Faith—no, yuh
don’t know the meaning of the word.
Greed is yore war-cry.”
Thick blood congested Spelle’s
beefy features. His lips parted in a
snarl. He tried to match looks, but
failed,
valiant
flames
behind
Spelle cursed vehemently and left.
Ed Starbuck stood for a long time
after Spelle had gone. The fire in
his eyes slowly faded and hopeless
ness took its place. He sank back
into his chair- like an old man who
was suddenly very weary. Ed Star
FIRST INSTALMENT
Silas Spelle gripped his black
stogie more firmly between his yel
low teeth and, leaning across Ed
Starbuck's desk, pounded a huge fist
upon the oaken top to add emphasis
to his words.
“By God, yuh’ve got to do some
thing, Starbuck,” he snapped harshly.
“You know and I know and every
body else knows yore damned bank
is on the verge of going under. Yuh
couldn’t pay off yore depositors now,
not four-bits on the dollar, I’m off
erin’ yuh a fair proposition. As I
told yuh before I’ll buy up the mort
gages yuh hold and I’ll pay every cent
yuh loaned on them plus interest to
date. That's a damned good offer —
yuh know it is.”
“Perhaps," replied Starbuck quiet
ly. “But it ain’t enough, Spelle.
Those mortgages represent more than j
just collateral to me. They represent
faith—faith in me and my bank by
the men who gave them. In time
they'll all be taken up. Present con
ditions won’t last forever. The price
of beef is beginning to
drought is broken. No
or no other man has
money to tempt me to
tny friends.”
“Faith—faith hell,” snorted Spelle.
“Yuh’ll starve to death while yuh’re
rantin’ about faith. Yuh’re a hell of | buck had always been a man who fac-
an excuse of a business man. Yuh ed facts sqiiarely, regardless of what
better consider my proposition, Star- ! those facts might be. He faced them
buck. If I have to tip off the bank now. Spelle had told the truth. The
oxaminer in Westhaven he’ll put the |
skids under yuh pronto. But I don’t
want to do that. My offer stands. I’ll
give yuh until this time next week .
to think it over. TH be back for an
answer then.”
Spelle ‘stood up, a big, thick-set
. man whose loose, thick lips and close
set eyes mirrored plain the consum
ing passion of his life. Greed! Greed
and selfishness.
“Remember,” he bit out, stepping
' to the door of Starbuck’s office. “By
this time next week I’ll expect yuh
to get back to common sense. If yuh
won’t talk turkey then why—” He
finished with a significant gesture,
Which consisted of holding out one
grimy, hairy hand, then closing it
slowly as though to crush whatever
lay within it.
“Wait!”
Ed Starbuck was now on his feet,
a tall, gaunt, leathery faced man,
whose droopin mustache
Those icy blue eyes of the
old banker seered like live
and the implacable courage
them was unmistakable.
railponies slouching at the hitching
before Jake Butterfield’s Emporium-
Starbuck angled across the street to
wards the livery stable and corral at
the northern end of the town.
A few moments later he emerged
from the livery stable, leading a sad
dle horse. He swung into the saddle
and headed south along the street.
As he did so two punchers clanked
out of Butterfield’s and forked the
two cow-ponies. They also headed
south. The horses of the two strang
ers looked somewhat jaded and Star
buck soon overtook them. The elder
of the riders looked up. He was a
wiry, leathery faced man, past middle
age; clean shaven and with innumer
able wrinkles about the corners of
his mouth and eyes. The mouth seem-
clothes were those of the range, worn
but substantial. Both carried a heavy
gun, slung at the right hip.
The elder of
Starbuck.
“Howdy,” he
could yuh show
Box D outfit? Gent back in the store
told us mebbe they could use a couple
of hands out there.”
“Sure,” replied Starbuck. "Glad to.
Fact is I’m riding out there myself,
Glad to have company.”
“You ain’t San Juan Delevan, by
any chance?”
“No. I’m Ed Starbuck, I own the
Cattleman's Bank, back in town.”
"Shore I’m glad to know yuh. I’m
Tex Whipple. This chuckle-haided
cub is Johnny Clehoe, Kid, shake
hands with Mister Starbuck."
Introductions over, the three jogged
steadily south. Tex and Starbuck
rode side by side while Johnny
brought up the rear, gazing with lazy
eyes over the heat shimmering sage.
“That big plateau straight ahead is
the Box D range," said Starbuck pre
sently. “One of the finest holdings
in the country,
pasture and a
what gives the
desert, I shore
livin’ up among
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climb. The
Spelle, yuh
got enough
double-cross
Cattleman’s Bank of Carillion was on
the narrow edge. True Starbuck held
mortgages that would more than put
him on his feet should he sell them
out. But this, according to Starbuck’s
standards, would be breaking faith
with men he had known all his life
and who trusted him. Still he had to
have money—cash. There was only
one thing to do. He would ride
around to the different cattle outfits
and put his problem squarely up to
the owners. They all stood to stand
or fall together. If they could some
how help his bank to weather through
they would have Spelle whipped. If
they didn’t—Starbuck sighed, reached
for his hat and went
street.
The little cowtown
was drowsing in the
afternoon. The single, dusty street
lay white and glaring in the sun, and
was deserted save for a barefoot !
Mexican or two and a pair of cow- j
out
of
heat
into the
Carillion
of mid
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Lots of water, fine
stand of pine trees
lie to this damned
envy ole San Juan,
those cool trees.”
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“You!” he croaked hoarsely. “The papers said yuh were dead.”
ed harsh yet a humorous quirk ling
ered about it somehow. The eyes
were clear, fleckless gray, capable of
either warmth or abysmal chill. The
wide, weather beaten sombrero rest
ed on a mane of silvery hair. One of
the real old timers, decided Starbuck.
The other rider was young, some
where in his early twenties. Well set
up, with flat muscled, powerful shoul
ders. His face was smooth and tan
ned, his eyes blue, hi's hair curly and
brown. Gay, sparkling youth lay ov
er him like a mantle. A clean lusty,
carefree kid, in love with life and
hungering for all its wonders. Their
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“Runs a pretty good spread, does
he?” asked Tex.
“Yeah. Ordinarily, it’s A-l. He's
had some hard luck lately though,
Two months ago he was drivin’ a
thousand head of prime Herefords
across the upper end of the Kanab
Desert to the shippin’ pens at Saw-
telle an’ they sprung a stampede.
’Tween the desert an’ some rustlers
he lost better’n eight hundred head.
It was a damn heavy jolt. They was
prime sto.ck, the pick of his herd.
Then he got his spine hurt in the
stampede besides. Hoss tripped an’
threw him. Doc says he’s due to sit
in a wheel chair for the rest of his
days.”
"Shore that’s tough,” nodded Tex.
“Mebbe the kid an’ me’ll have our
ride for nothin’.”
“Can’t say as to that. Punchers do
a lot of driftin’ this time of year.
Delevan may be able to use yuh.”
It was a deep game Spelle was play
ing. His determination to smash Ed
Starbuck was only a steji towards
the fulfillment of a long thwarted
hate. Spelle’s real objective was that
immense expanse of valuable plateau
range controlled by San Juan Delev
an. There lay the water and grazing
which Spelle could find good use for
during the dry, torrid summer mon
ths. As for the other smaller ranch
ers, they also would sink if Starbuck’s
bank went under. But Spelie gave
them little thought. Small fry, he told
himself contemptuously.
There was another motive to Silas
Spelle’s hatred of San Juan Delevan.
It dated back many, many years. It
began the day Martha Wingate had
married Delevan after scorning Silas
Spelle’s advances. Her death, three
years after the marriage, when she
gave her life to bring a baby daugh
ter into the world, caused Spelle to
gloat. What he could not have him
self, he wanted no other man to hold.
And he had never forgiven Delevan
for winning the woman he himself
had Set his heart on.
The lamp in Spelle’s office glowed
yellow. In its light Spelle was like
a bloated poisonous thing, intent up
on Ills plotting, The night wind
mourned about the silent ranchhouse.
Once or twice the windows rattled.
A dim form stole from the darkness
outside and crossed the patio. The
side door to Spelle’s office swung
slowly back, The flame of the lamp
wavered and flickered. Spelle turned,
His face blanched and his jaw drop
ped slightly. Fear lay stark in his
eyes. He was like a man gazing up
on a ghost. He ran a thick tongue
over his lips.
“Your* he croaked harshly. "The
papers said yuh were dead. They
found ybre body ground to pieces
along the track of the S.
“Yeah/’ snarled the
“They think they did.
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them that’s all. What they found was
a damned hobo with my prison cloth
ing on him. Well—don’t sit starin’
at me like I was a ghost. I’m real—
damned real. Why don’t yuh greet
yore long lost son like a father
should?”
“Yuh’re no son of mine,” rasped
Spelle hoarsely. “I—”
“Oh yes I am,” cut in the other.
“Not accordin’ to law mebbe ■— but
like the highbrows say — I’m a nat
ural son. Not that I’m proud of my
parents. My mother a Ute squaw —
my father a damped crooked skunk
what would betray his own flesh and
blood. I came back—I told yuh I
would, yuh snivelin’ hypocrite. I
didn’t ask to come into the world,
God knows. Yuh’re responsible for
me an’ by God yuh’re gonna take care
of me. I want food and I want'whis-
key an’ a bunk to sleep in. I crossed
the Kanab Desert on foot to get here
—an’ here I stay. If yuh try to set
the flatties on me I go out shootin’—
an’ yuh get the first bullet. Think it
over.”
Silas Spelle paled at the words and
manner cf his illegitimate, half-breed
soq. When he had read of that son’s
escape from the State Penitentiary
road-gang stark terror had ' struck
him. Then when another despatch
came through that his son’s mangled
body had been found by a track walk
er on the railroad he had sighed with
relief. It meant the last tie to an
embarrassing past had been severed.
But the despatches were wrong, and
here was the son in flesh to inock
him, <
Unconsciously Silas Spelle stood-
up. “There’s whiskey on the shelf ov
er there. I’ll go to the kitchen an’
rustle yuh Some grub.”
(Continued Next Week)
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