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Lat Us Tell You More About fit © Alan Le May WNU Service SYNOPSIS Billy Wheeler, wealthy young cattleman, arrives at the 94 ranch, summoned by his friend Horse Dunn, its elderly and quick- tempered owner, because of a mysterious murder. Billy is in love with Dunn's niece Marian, whom he has not seen for two years. She had rejected his suit and is still aloof. Dunn's ranch is surrounded by ene- mies, including Link Bender, Pinto Halliday and Sam Caldwell, whom he has defeated in his efforts to build a cattle kingdom. Dunn directs his cow hands, Val Douglas, Tulare Callahan and others to search for the kill. er's horse. He explains to Billy that the morning before he had come upon blood- stained ground at Short Creek and found the trail of a shod and unshod horse. The shod horse's rider had been killed. The body had disappeared. Link Bender had arrived at the scene and read the signs the way he had Dunn reveals that because of a financial crisis the ranch may be in jeopardy: his enemies may make trouble, since Sheriff Walt Amos is friendly with them. He says he has asked Old Man Coffee, the country’s best traller, to join them. Dunn and Billy meet Amos, Link Bender, his son "the Kid" and Cayuse Cayetano, an Indian trailer, at Short Creek Bender has found the slain ! ‘s horse, but the saddle is missing. t supernaturally, cattle attracted to sne by the blood-stained ground, out all the traces. Dunn is angered 1 Amos tells him not to leave the coun. ollowing an argument, Bender draws his gun, but Dunn wounds him in the arm Back at the ranch Old Man Coffee arrives, with a pack of hounds Coffee goes in search of the dead man's saddle. Dunn tells Billy that Marian is incensed at him for try. ing to settle disputes by bloodshed. He re- veals that the ranch is really hers, also that he recently sold his own ranch in Arizona and that his wer, Bob Flagg. is en route Billy accompanies Marian Short Creek. “Kid Bender, now a deputy, rides up. They have an argu- nt, and by a trick Bender tries to shoot Billy ss self by plunging nst Bender's pony and "the Kid” is in. ‘offee ret $s to the ranch with the and reveals that Cayuse Cayetano is ail for Sheriff Amos. The saddle a small-time cat * Bender. On the sheriff's ly and the ranchmen drive | On the way, Coffee tells him rder victim was not shot by the CHAPTER V-—Continued a, “Why''" the sheriff demanded, “haven't you turned that saddle in to the authorities—to me?” “Oh,” said Horse Dunn with false innocence, ‘‘did you want that sad- dle?” The sheriff hesitated, unexpected- ly at a fading of the trail. For a moment he had undoubtedly be- lieved he had trapped Horse; but this hope by doubts. “One more question,’ said sheriff. “I want to know where all your riders were, last Monday— the day of the killing." ‘Val Douglas and Gil Baker were on Yellow Medicine Flats; Steve Hurley and Tulare Callahan were riding Slinkard's Hole. That's all the riders I've got right now." “One thing more," iff. lahan when they were in town; stiil got to talk to Baker and Doug- las. Stay here a minute." At the door he turned and met Horse Dunn's eye squarely. ‘I don't mind telling you this,” he said. “This case is neariy washed up. I figure to pick up the killer within 60 hours.” He went out, jerking the door shut behind him. Old Man Coffee's eyes showed an inward smile. “That last seemed kind of forced in,” he said. Gil Baker now lounged in, taking his time. The sheriff was impatient at his heels. “Baker, where were you Mon- day?’ he démanded. Gil Baker, young and hawk-faced, glanced at Horse Dunn and rolled his quid of tobacco over his tongue. “Rode a scope of ground, last Mon- day,” he offered. “Mostly where?” Baker watched the sheriff narrow- ly. ‘Mostly Slinkard's Hole." “Anybody with you?” “Part of the time.” The sheriff caught at this. ““Doug- las was with you only part of the time, huh?” Gil Baker studied him, snake- eyed. "All the time,” he changed his answer. “You just time’!"” “My mistake,” said Baker. The young sheriff jerked open the door. “Val Douglas! Come in here!" Val Douglas came in, strolling leisurely, in order not to joggle the cigarette he was making. He stood on spread legs, and across the cig- arette as he licked it shut he looked at the others with an innocent grav- ity. “Douglas,” Sheriff Amos demand- ed, “where was you riding last Mon- day?” “I reckon I was in Nine-Mile Val ley,” Douglas said. “How far is that from Slinkard’'s Hole?” “About 15 mile.” “And you and Baker covered both Nine - Mile Valley and Slinkard’s Hole in one day?" Val Douglas was suddenly motion jess. He had started to light up, and now his hands stopped with the match half way to his cigarette. Without moving his head he glanced at Dunn, then at Gil Baker, who tried to signal him something by the narrowing of an eye. The match went out, unguarded. The 94 wagon boss relaxed. “Me and Gil split off, about three miles from the home corrals,” he said. said ‘part of the “Yet,” said the sheriff, ‘you nev- er told your boss where you'd been, or why you changed your plans!” Douglas struck a fresh match. “I'm wagon boss,” he said shortly. “When Dunn says count cows, we count cows. But nobody tells me where to ride—they ask me where to ride.” The sheriff stared at him; then he grinned, whole-heartedly, with- out pretense. ‘““We'll go over to Judge Shafer's office now,’ he said. “But take my advice. Talk over your story—and try to get together on it!" CHAPTER VI Outside, Horse Dunn turned to Billy Wheeler. ‘‘Guess you better get Marian. This here's the part I want her to see.” Marian was waiting in the side street to which Horse Dunn had sent her with his car; and to the grim weariness of Billy Wheeler, Val Douglas was there, helping her wait. Wheeler walked to the door of the car, a tall, narrow-hipped figure, with a deceptively lazy stride. “We're starting now,’”’ he said. “You run on, Val,” Marian said; “1 want to talk to Billy.” “Sure, hon.” The wagon boss shot Wheeler a glance like a straight “Billy, Don't! Can't We Be Friends?” left, and went his way, leisurely swaggering. She looked at him sadly. “Billy, there's something I want to say, too.” Wheeler looked at her. The blue of her eyes seemed strikingly fresh and cool in the dusty heat. “It's just this: I'd give anything in the world if I could testify for you. But I just didn't see it the way—the way it seemed to you.” *“l didn't ask you to speak for me,’”’ he reminded her. “Billy, don't! Can't we be friends? Can't we—"' “No,” he said. “But why? Can't you see—"" He looked her in the eyes, and said slowly, “If 1 can’t have all of you, then I don’t want any of you at all. Do you understand that?” He thought she colored, very faintly. “‘Suppose I don't choose to understand that?" “Then swing wide,’’ he heard him- self say. ‘Swing wide and stay clear! And I shouldn't have to tell you that again.” There was a peculiar gleam in her cool, amazingly clear eyes. ‘‘I don’t think you're so dangerous,’ she said. “I don't know what you mean.” She dropped her voice into a drawl, mocking his own. ‘I mean —if you and I were left afoot, on some far mountain, at night, all alone with only one blanket between us—I shouldn't be afraid of any- thing happening, not anything at all.” He turned on her, low-voiced. “Then,” he said, “you're a fool.” He snapped the car door open. Marian Dunn hesitated a mo- ment more; then stepped out of the car and walked ahead of him up the street. Henry Shafer, justice of what peace was left, was a limited little man, mild and watery of eye. He had spent all his life in this one town, and he had never made any enemies because he had never tak- en sides. So finally he had got himself elected to office. His office, in which they now gath- ered, was an exceedingly small frame structure; three or four wooden steps led up from the side- walk to the door, and upon the win- dow were painted the words “Real Estate, Insurance, and Justice of the Peace.” Horse Dunn-his great size made the room suddenly seem even smaller than it was-—shouldered in without greeting to anyone. He shot a contemptuous glance about the walls, which were decorated with a # parcel post map, a calendar adver- tising tick dip, and stains from leaks in the roof; then planted himself facing the door with his back against the wall—an instinctive pro- vision. Shafer jumped up and hus- tled around the table to place a chair for Marian at the end opposite himself, and when this was done the remainder of the room filled rapidly with sombreroed men. Link Bender was there, looking hard-bitten and taciturn, and so was Rufe Deane, a green-eyed man with heavy sorrel eyebrows and a storm- carved face; the lanky Pinto Halli- day took up an uncomfortable posi- tion in the corner by the door. And there were other cattlemen, and some of the cowboys and line riders from the outfits of these men, cram- ming what little space was left. Horse Dunn growled into Wheel- this. led him.” William Wheeler,” said Shafer un- necessarily. “Who's pros®cuting this case?” The sheriff said, “lI am, Judge. The district attorney's gone up-state to sit in on the Democratic com- mittee, like you know.” “1 see here,” said Shafer, fussing with papers, “you got him charged with resisting an officer; bearing arms against authority; assault; as- sault with intent to kill." “What about assault on back?" said Billy Wheeler. “Never heard of it,” said Shafer. Sheriff Amos looked disgusted. “Let's get on with it." “William Wheeler, do you plead guilty or not guilty?” “Not guilty.” “What seems to have gone on here?’ Shafer asked Amos. “Judge,"” said Walt Amos, ‘‘since this ruckus on Short Crick there's been a lot of people trampling horse- dence. So we made deputies of Pinto Halliday and Kid Bender, and we sent 'em to Short Crick to keep fellers out of there. Now yesterday this Wheeler come prowling around there, and when the Kid told him to beat it, he wouldn't go. The Kid tried to argue with him, but this got tough, and they had The upshot was, Wheeles drew his gun and fired. He" Wheeler broke in. “Well, of all the infernal—"' “Keep quiet,” said Shafer. 84 men exchanged glances. “Well,” the sheriff went on, “he didn't hit anything, but the flash of the gun was right under the nose of the Kid's horse, and she rared over backwards on him. The Kid come out of it with concussion of the brain, fracture of the leg and two busted ribs. I got his sworn state- ment here." “Now, now! You can't put that in,” Wheeler objected. “Either you have to let me cross-examine him, or you can't put in his statement at all.” “Well, we'll see what it says, any- way,” Shafer decided. *'Justice is what we're after here!” Amos now produced and read aloud Kid Bender's statement—a repetition of his own. “You got any questions, Wheel- er?” Wheeler was appalled. It had not occurred to them that Bender's peo- ple would attempt so baldfaced a lie. What had started out as a sam- ple of irritable officiousness had suddenly taken on unknown possi- bilities. Angering, Wheeler prom- ised himself that once Horse Dunn was extricated he would clean house in this county if it took half of all he had. “The Kid isn't here to be ques- tioned,” he snapped. “I'll call Pinto Halliday,” Amos said. The The lanky Halliday came out of a corner reluctantly, looking ill-na- tured; and a swarthy cowboy who had no official business there was at the table, Under the questioning of Walt Amos, Pinto Halliday now stated shot fired; but he was riding to join Kid Bender and he had ridden up out of the cut in time to see the Kid down under his fallen horse, and Billy Wheeler with a smoking gun in his hand. “Pinto,”” Amos said, anybody else with Wheeler?” “Miss Dunn, here, was Wheeler." “Look here,” Wheeler broke in again, ‘What's the idea dragging her into this?" “We'll leave her out if with sets wrill *? you will, “He's got a right to drag in any- and material. And constitutional.” “Did Miss Dunn say ything?" “Miss Dunn rides dewn and jumps horse, and she wipes off with her hand- And she looks square at this jigger and she “There wasn't no excuse for it,’ she says.” 3illy Wheeler looked at Marian. girl sat with her cheek leaned her says, re, her face was quiet, and watchful. h 1," said Amos “What 5 he idea,” Shaf wer her eyes s an officer?” Wheeler ignored him. “Halliday,” he said, “how away were you when you heard the she J “I'd say about 300 yards. “Yet right away you saw this smoke from my gun-—three hun- dred yards away? That gun sure must have sent up a smudge!” “By the time 1 out of cut 1 was closer—not over a h dred yards." “How long that?" y iar came the un- after the shot was seconds.” r the horse?" “I'd say about five “What'll you take fc “Huh?” “If that horse went 200 yards and climbed out of a draw in five sec- onds, he sure must be a streak of light!” “Well, maybe it seconds." “And what did you say smoking in my hand, all this “A gun, by God!" Shafer looked doubtful. ““Well— what you got to say, Wheeler?" “1 plead self defense, Judge,” said Wheeler. “Kid Bender made a surprise draw; I grabbed his bit and raised his horse up to make him miss. But it was his own gun going off that made his horse go over. 1 pulled my gun and stood ready in case he took another shot at me; but I didn’t fire, then or any time." “What was the idea resisting an officer in the first place?” Shafer said. “The only thing I resisted was getting shot.” “Well, call your witnesses." “I'm not calling any." Shafer looked surprised; glanced at Marian Dunn. thought—"" “1 move this case be dismissed,” said Wheeler. “You move what?” Shafer de- manded. “You know darn well I can't dismiss it! What becomes of this country if-—"' “*This is a mighty serious offense, Judge,” Amos said. ““The law calls for as high as five years for a thing like this. We got to bind him over to district court, naturally. But what we want is to hold him without bail. We" (TO BE CONTINUED) was ten or he 1 The history of mussels in Michi- gan is not much different from that in other mussel-producing areas, observes a writer in the De- troit Free Press. When a maker of mother-of-pearl buttons from sea shells in Europe, moved to Musca- tine, Towa, in 1890, and turned out pearl buttons from fresh water mus- sels on a little hand machine, the exploitation of the nation’s mussel beds was inevitable. As soon as the business was a success, American brains and capital came into the picture. 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