FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62  
63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   >>   >|  
ut I could hear, plain enough, what they said. Larry told how he had found her in the cave, and all about the lion tracks, and the woman cried and held the kid close to her, and thanked him about forty times. Then when she'd wore the edge off a little, she took the kid inside to feed it or somethin'. "Well," says Larry, still laughin', "I must hit the trail." "You say you found her up the Double R?" asks Hahn. "Was it that cave near the three cottonwoods?" "Yes," says Larry. "Where'd you get into the canyon?" "Oh, my hoss slipped off into the barranca just above." "The barranca just above," repeats Hahn, lookin' straight at him. Larry took one step back. "You ought to be almighty glad I got into the canyon at all," says he. Hahn stepped up, holdin' out his hand. "That's right," says he. "You done us a good turn there." Larry took his hand. At the same time Hahn pulled his gun and shot him through the middle. It was all so sudden and unexpected that I stood there paralysed. Larry fell forward the way a man mostly will when he's hit in the stomach, but somehow he jerked loose a gun and got it off twice. He didn't hit nothin', and I reckon he was dead before he hit the ground. And there he had my gun, and I was about as useless as a pocket in a shirt! No, sir, you can talk as much as you please, but the killer is a low-down ornery scub, and he don't hesitate at no treachery or ingratitude to keep his carcass safe. Jed Parker ceased talking. The dusk had fallen in the little room, and dimly could be seen the recumbent figures lying at ease on their blankets. The ranch foreman was sitting bolt upright, cross-legged. A faint glow from his pipe barely distinguished his features. "What became of the rustlers?" I asked him. "Well, sir, that is the queer part. Hahn himself, who had done the killin', skipped out. We got out warrants, of course, but they never got served. He was a sort of half outlaw from that time, and was killed finally in the train hold-up of '97. But the others we tried for rustling. We didn't have much of a case, as the law went then, and they'd have gone free if the woman hadn't turned evidence against them. The killin' was too much for her. And, as the precedent held good in a lot of other rustlin' cases, Larry's death was really the beginnin' of law and order in the cattle business." We smoked. The last light suddenly showed red against the grimy wind
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62  
63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

barranca

 

killin

 

canyon

 

features

 

Parker

 

distinguished

 

inside

 

barely

 
ceased
 

rustlers


skipped

 

warrants

 

blankets

 
figures
 

fallen

 
recumbent
 
foreman
 
legged
 

talking

 
upright

sitting

 

rustlin

 

precedent

 

beginnin

 

showed

 

suddenly

 

cattle

 

business

 

smoked

 
evidence

turned
 
finally
 
outlaw
 

killed

 

rustling

 

served

 
treachery
 
stepped
 
holdin
 

laughin


thanked
 

middle

 

pulled

 

almighty

 

cottonwoods

 

slipped

 

straight

 

lookin

 

Double

 

repeats