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The Patmos foreman Mandy rounded up the calves and drove them ahead into his own herd. He gave Don almowing look and said: "I'm not afraid of you, and nobody else will know about this." To emphasize the point he let Wakeforty-fivfield handle that Don was astounded to irmd out how easy it would lire at the slightest touch. The trigger was jumpy-ho- t! Although Tom Dilly was commonly known to be a rustler as well as a gimman, be cannily glossed it over with a constant show of sociability. He attended ball games, horse races and dances in neighboring towns. Once when the amiable, carefree Jim Inglefield went to Sunnyside for supplies, he got on a drunk which deterred him from airiving back at Chipman's sheep camp with the food. After ten days, with nothing to eat. Wakefield went after the grub, and Dilly rode in with him. They found the tall, slim Ingle-fiel- d enjoying town life so much that Dilly suggested they all go to a dance in Sunnyside hall. When Don objected, saying he had only his sheepherder clothes, Dilly offered him his own suit "My clothes don't matter with this long coat on," he grinned. Wakefield wore the suit and Dilly went 'in his overcoat At the dance, Inglefield grew more convivial. In a mood, he asked for a gun. Never dreaming what was coming up, Dilly displayed a small calibre pistol to pacify Igm Inglefield grabbed the weapon ran up to the dance hall manager, Goal, and pumped four shots into the floor at his feet. to make him step-dance! The crowd of shrieking women and excited men made for the doors, but it was Tom Dilly, with a bigger gun dangling under his long coat, who chimed Inglefield outside and took the Derringer away from him. Then he and Wakefield helped Jim onto his horse and watched him race away in the darkness. Soon after Chipman's death', fearing perhaps that their foreman would do worse mischief than kill sheep-me- n Dowd and Ketchum decided to sell out, so they sent Dilly off on the cattle-selliwhich he trip from never returned. It had always been a mystery what happened to Sang Thompson. But in 1914, when a short railroad spur was built from Thompson Springs on the D3111GW up to Sego in Grand County, the construction crew dug a skeleton out of a shallow grave by the old supply trail into the Patmos Head tattle range. The skeleton was that of an average-sized man, with a bullet scar in the back of the vertebrae, and almost a full set of gold fmnt teeth! You couldn't convince in Castle Valley that Torn Dilly, the last of the rustlers, didn't know where Sang Thompson disappeared to. Nor that Dilly himyelf had taken the fugitive trail to South America. He had the proceeds from several carloads of fat beef, it was only a year since Butch Cassidy had skipped to Buenos Aires, and to cap it all. Dilly was out of a job the outlaw days were over, and there was nothing left to do but take the long, secret trail to somewhere. long-barrel- ed e. - '. i; sight and henceforth made no further passes at the gunmanaccidentally or otherwise. It was shortly before the Chipmanitilling that Don Wakefield had learned why Dilly's gun fired so fast. The two men were riding the range one day when they came upon three stray calves belonging to the big Whitmore outfit whose range ad- ed fun-lovi- ng , of the rustlersthat MHztitleLAST as much fits Tom I 7, Dilly as any man who rode in the mountainous River Green District of eastern Utah in an age g was a major inwhen dustry. As with most stray characters in that frontier era, not much is known of Dilly. But Don Wakefield of Huntington, who rode and tamped with him a good deal, well rememcattle-rustlin- , 1 , f bers that .43 Colt revolver. Also the raincoat he always wore. Wherever he went to town, even to a dance. DillY wore that light grey topcoat down to his ankles. Don says he never .! took it off except in his own camp. The idea- was to bide his guns, as g were rustling and fast at that time, off pretty tapering and blustering riders didn't show off so much. In appearance, D111.4 weighed about 153 pounds, stood five feet 'seven' or eight inches andd was sturdily built, though , and long of waist, with a round, poker face. Ile told Wakefield he bad come from !Texas to Colorado, then into ;'. Utah. Whether he had killed a man In Texas or not, as rumored, he did Ida at least one man in Utah, and probably two. ' Then about the 'end ; of 19432 he took a shipment of cattle to Denver for his partners, Dowd and ' Ketchum, and forgot to come home with ithe money. A story that he followed Butch Cassidy's fresh trail to South America is as good as any, was never - heard of for Tom ; again. One of the Lint instances known : al him in Castle Valley was early Mi. IVA In May of that year. Joe Walker and Johnny Herring were t tilled by a posse in the Book Cliffs northeast of Woodside, Dilly's chief supply point for a while. Two riders long-bartele- quick-trigg- d, er - - hone-stealin- short-legge- - - 1 My - with them, Sang Thompson and Buwere arrested as accomplices While these two were in jail, one of their frequent visitors was Tom Dilly, then of Thompson Springs. As a defense witness, be helped get the two jallbirds acquitted. Immediately afterwards, Thomman distinpsonan average-s1ze- 4 guished by almost a full set of gold front teeth, and who was known to have some moneydisappeared. Some time after this, Dilly joined Dr. Andrew Dowd of Suzmyside, and a man named Ketchum in organizing the Patmos Head Cattle Company. Dilly was the foreman, running their stock in Range Valley in the northeastern corner of Emery County, and on Patmos Mountain to the north. Southwest from Woodside, thousands of Castle Valley tattle grazed conveniently close among remote cliffs and hills of the San Rafael Desert' , The region was sheep country too. one owner being Steve Chipman, for whom Don Wakefield herded during October and November, 1902. Dilly frequently rode to the sheep camp and stayed overnight with Wakefield and Jim Inglette Id, the camp mover. On these visits, despiie an outward show of sociability, the Pathan foreman never failed to admonish Chipman to watch those sheep; not to let them get past certain lines. Wakefield carefully observed these warnings, but be eventually quit his job and went home to Huntington. Three days later, Steve Chipman was murdered. He was killed at a time when no one else was near the sheep camp but a boy named Jimmy Bract. suffered a head injury Jimmy In an accident and It threw him menbalance, so he couldn't think tally zoo Schultz, , - .; - al straight - When the shooting occurred in th lonelY canyon, be jumped onto his pony and raced through Sunny side, yelling: 'Seven killed Fifteen! Seven killed Fifteen!" Surmyside people knew there must be trouble somewhere. They followed the boy's back trail to the sheep camp and found Chipman shot dead. The Sunn3cside constable was Rasmus Rasmussen, a Cleveland man who figured the job was for some purpose besides drawing a paycheck. He promptly rode out to headquarters of the Patmos Head Cattle Cbmpany, arriving in the dead of night Hearing a horseman corning. Dilly called from his cabin: "Who is it?" ' "It's Rasmussen, and I want you." Dilly shouted: 'Well, come on in and let's see bow you do it" Then he asked: "Have you got a gun?" said Ras, "I don't need a to get you." gcrit Dilly laughed at the man's nerve. sakk VII go with yout, but I vrim't give up my gun." "I don't want you to," said the constable. 'Keep it to protect me." Dilly's cocksureness was justified by events. At a preliminary hearing, defending his range rights, testimony of other men backed him uo so strongly that he was turned loose without a trial. Apparently others besides Don Wakefield had seen that long-barrele- d, quick-trigg-er forty-fiv- e Colt! Black Pete Anderson, for instance, an officer around Price. On one occasion while the Sunny-sid- e coal, tamp was booming, some ruckus occurred in which Black Pete felt it his duty to ernohasire the law. He fired a shot which, through accident or aim, whistled past Dilly as he rode up the street.. Swift as light, Dilly wheeled in his saddle and pumped back a slug that shattered the door glass behind Black Pete's ears. He seemed to know instinctively where that shot came from. Anderson vanished from ng I old-tim-ers 1 SO ,, A moo News NAGAziNt. SAO ;ACE arr. vim-4- w V. |