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Show THE SMITH FIELD SENTINEL. SMITHFIELD. UTA1I C IIAFTER VII Continued Im tired of being lied to, for the peace same as Billy got into one thing." at Short Crick. "Whos lied to you?" Bunn slumped down in his chair More than one, right here on this and went to growling into his warplace. Dunn, there's too many like beard. "I dont believe you things not open to the eye around know any more about it than the here to suit me!" rest of us do. "Coffee," said Horse Dunn with"I'll put it stronger than that. out belligerence, what in all hell Maybe Old Man Coffee made do you mean by that?" each word separately d "Ill just give you one sample." someone in this room knows a Old Man Coffee picked up his dog whole lot more than I know! Horse Dunn sat perfectly still, exwhip from the floor and sorted out its coils with bony, old fingers. cept for his eyes; his head did not Theres been a horse in this case raise and no muscle of his face thats been known as the killer's changed, but his eyes whipped to horse, because he left his trail at the old lion hunter's face. After a Short Crick, mixed up in the sign moment he said, Coffee, thats one of the killing. You know I took old .emark you're sure going to have Rock and we trailed that horse; to back up. Ill say just one thing more. though it come to nothing, then. Now, since we've been back here There's scarcely a man in this room this afternoon, Ive seen a funny that hasnt lied to me at least once, thing. Rocks been working around in the little time Ive been here. the horse corrals, by himself: tryHorse Dunn sat up slowly, hitching to work out a trail Dog voices ing himself square in his chair. is peculiar they call different trails "Maybe some of my boys have been in different ways. And as soon as a little hazy and loose-spokabout I heard Rock's voice, I knew he was where they've been, and when. No crying the trail of the killer horse." man knows what hes up against They stared at him in silence. here. Take Gil, here the sheriff Then Horse Dunn said, Youre tell-- mixed him up. And why? Because Gil would try to stand by his side riders- even if he knew every last one of em was guilty. If you hold that against him, then maybe you know dogs but youre nuts! Old Man Coffee spoke past the I suppose pipe stem in his teeth. that lets you out, too? He sat looking at Dunn steadily, a little smile on his face. Horse spread his hands in front of him on the table, as if he would jump across it, and his voice rose like the voice of a bull. If you say I lied, then by God name what you mean! "To hell with you," Coffee said, without lifting his voice. "Youll either back what you said," the outraged Horse Dunn or youll swaller it stormed, ' Walt Amos turned his back on them, and stood staring out into the street. That street was 'curiously empty unwholesomely empty, so that nobody who had seen 'the crowd there could look at that Street now without knowing that something was irregular, something bun-blaste- d wrong. "Move out, then," the sheriff said. "Drag your freight and drag it quick. Keep going. Five minutes from now I dont want you in this town. Horse Dunn chuckled in his short beard and hitched his belt up. Slow- he sauntered past the deputies, taring at each of them with an open insolent amusement as he passed; then he shouldered out, a huge hulk that filled the whole frame of the door. Unhurrying, the 94 men made their way along the main street of Inspiration, around the comer to their car. But as the dust of Inspiration kicked out from under their tires they knew that they had put behind them a violence that was not avoided, but only delayed. hear en - , i A : . By the time they reached the ranch it was already late afternoon, and the tall Tuscaroras were sending vast, vague fingers of shadow about the layout of the 94, while the high eastern horizon was still brightly brassy in the sun. Marian did not come out to meet them. Hunting around, Horse Dunn presently sighted her sitting on the fence of a little empty corral, hidden from the house by the bams. He walked out to climb the fence beside her; and Wheeler, tired of people Billy around him, went to his room, and got his razors out. Here Horse presently came looking for him. The old cow boss walked in slowly, and closed the door after him. He sat down on the edge of the bunk with the movements of a man a hundred years old; and he covered his face with his hands. "You know what she said to me? he demanded. "Nope. "I went out to where shes sitting on that corral. I just wanted to tell her about Rufe Deane throwing down his deputy badge, and the way they cleared the street I thought maybe if shed seen it all shed know what we're up against. So I went out there and said, Marian That was all I said. She never even looked at me. And pretty soon she says 'Youre making this country run red. " Suddenly Billy Wheeler felt a detached pity for this old man and this girL He was able to see what Horse Dunn could not: that the girl was curiously dependent upon this old man, who looked like her father; was dependent upon him in more ways than she was aware. And both were deeply hurt, at a loss, because they could not understand each other. He could not see much chance that the girl would learn to understand either Horse Dunn or the dry country men whom he faced. Horse Dunn was what the dry country had made him; and there was no longer anything in the old man's life except the cow kingdom he had dreamed, and tried to build, for her. A slight noise was heard and Old Man Coffee came in gloomily and threw his coiled dog whip on the "I Swear 1 Never Beat" Heard the ing me that the killer's horse has been here in this layout right here within the past few days? "Within the past 24 hours," Coffee said. Horse Dunn made a gesture of impatience, almost of disgust. "I swear I never heard the beat," he said. "You set out to give me a sample of how youve been done wrong by, around here. And what does it come to? You read names, dates and places into the howl of a hound; and you figure out that right here among us hes come on a trail that he completely lost when he had the straight run of it. CHAPTER VIII The mountains were throwing their early lucid twilight across the range of the 94 by the time the cowboys cleared their supper plates. They had eaten in silence. But somehow in the interval since the conference in Billy Wheelers room, everybody there had learned that a floor. seemed about to smoke up "I havent actually hit a dog with quarrel between Man Coffee and Horse that thing for over nine days, he Dunn. SoOldnow they still loafed in offered. "But I swear I come close mess shack, and nobody spoke to hitting one tonight. That old fool theseven-uof They rolled cigarettes makes me so cussed" and lighted pipes, and a couple of Coffee," Dunn interrupted, you were lit, throwing tall, huge havent been here long; but youve lamps shadows of the men on the walls trailed and and prothat the 94 moted all over this place with those behind. They all knew thrash-ouwithd hounds. Now tell me one was up against a in itself. do see findshow of you thing: any Horse Dunn broke the silence iming out who killed Lon MagoonT" "There sure ought to be patiently. Old Man Coffee dropped into a scrapping on this range chair and considered for several enough without up trouble among No, he said at ourselves.hunting long moments. In ordinary times this last. whole killing case wouldnt amount "WhyT" Dunn demanded. some place, may to a tinker's dam to begin with." "Somebody, "I'm not so sure," said Old Man have killed Lon Magoon, for all I know. But he sure wasnt killed at Coffee. "What kind of a case have they Short Crick." For once in his life old Horse got?" Horse demanded. They cant Dunns jaw dropped. "Look here! even find their everlasting stiff!" You wouldnt go to fooling with "Theyre pretty liable to find it, Old Man Coffee thought me?" When "I don't always know what Im they find it itll be about all they talking about. This time I know." need. If its Magoon, like you claim, "But the saddle" they can show motive you said "I dont question it was Magoons openly that youd kill Magoon if saddle; I only say it was a different you caught him on 94 range. Theyve man was killed in it." got opportunity by your own stateAgain Horse stared at Coffee; ment you were riding alone on Red then he relaxed a little, and sat Sleep Ridge that day, and the Red flown on the bunk. "Coffee," he Sleep is within striking distance of gaid, "if you're so dead sure, in Short Crick. They can prove you Gods name tell us what you know!" lid the dead mans saddle which Coffee squinted his deep-se- t eyes they can stretch to make look like a d a good dog, concealment of the crime. And all at Dunn. "I and like to killed a mule, getting this says nothing about the killing of over here to help you with this case. Cayuse Cayetano. Whats known about the killing I dont ask for that to be appreciated. But Im getting a little tired of Cayuse?" "How do I know? Were so popuof answering all the questions lar around here we can't even go around here!" Horse looked baffled. "Whats the look over Ace Springs without getmatter with you?" ting into a scrap with officers of p. back-traile- d, t, long-eare- sore-foote- proach, but Old Man Coffee, whose packing up was easily done, was ready to move out before Wheeler had thought of a way. Old Man Coffee extended his hand. Well, so long, son.. I'm almighty sorry, Wheeler said, to see you leave this case. You're needed here, if ever a man was. Tough, said Old Man Coffee. He wrung aboard the black mule and sat looking down at Billy Wheeler I kind of like from the saddle. you, son. You seem to have a lit- tle more savvy than the others. So here's something for you to keep under your hat. I'm not out of this case yet. Im going to do one more job before I go. Im going to find the murdered man. You think you can? Looks like I might. Horse Dunn he ain't in on this. He made a fool of me, and himself too, when he got bullheaded and held onto Magoons saddle. I told him to turn it in to the sheriff but no, he had to have his own way. This time Im If I find the running no chances. dead man, my next move will be to take word to the sheriff. And then And then Im going off in the brush and sleep for a week. But look here! Do you realize, if you do that the Inspiration crowd will be holding every card in the deck? Where does the 94 come in? That's your worry. But I'U help you this much: you be up on Lost Whiskey Butte tomorrow about an hour after sun-uTomorrows going to be my lgst days work on this case I hope. And we'll see what we'll sec I'll be there, Wheeler said. And dont you bring Horse Dunn or any of his hired men either. There May Be Many Reasons for Making Quilted Chair Pads. ALL the reasons for quilted IF 1 chair pads were lined up in order of their importance the most intangible reason of all might head the list. Yes, it is quite likely that any decorator, amateur or professional would place atmosphere at the top. But then it is also possible that first rating might be given to the reason that the pressure of slats across the backs of chairs is softened by quilted pads. Then, though it might not be mentioned, it is a known fact that worn out cane seats are sometimes replaced with inexpensive composition seats which may be disguised by gay quilted pads. Chintz, calico or gingham chair pads are in fact one of the simplest and most inexpensive ways of adding color and charm as well as comfort to a room. Such pads are often used on the backs of chairs and not on the seats, and especially for side chairs, the seat pads used without any back covering. In making such small things as these it is quite easy to do the quilting on the machine. Or, if you wish to take the other point of view about it, the work of quilting them by hand would not consume an unreasonable amount of time. There is no doubt that handwork has a certain quaintness that machine work lacks. The pads shown here are made with one layer of sheet wadding between the two layers of the chintz. The edge bindings and ties are made of bias tape. Cut the three layers of the pad material exactly the size and shape you want them to be when finished. Place the sheet .wadding between p. Or by golly. Ill Okay. When he was gone Billy Wheeler climbed to the top rail of the corwhole!" ral, where he sat despondently eyeThat I wont do either, Coffee ing the horizon stars. For the first said. time he felt an overwhelming sense For a moment Horse Dunn stared of the 94's helplessness against odds. at him blankly; then he sat down, Everything had gone against Horse and the flame went out of his eyes, Dunn; the outfit was confused, disgiving place to something ugly. "I organized, at a loss. cant stand for that, Coffee, he One question stood out largely in said. You know I cant stand for his mind. Where was Bob Flagg? that. To 'Billy Wheeler it seemed that I cant help that." the appearance of Bob Flagg, and You dont give me any choice, this alone, could give them any said Horse Dunn thickly. "You sure chance to extricate the 94 from the you want to stick to what you said? trap it was in. Marian Dunn, he noticed, still Naturally. "If you dont want to work with stood talking to Val Douglas, lingerme Ive got along all right so far, ing outside the door of the ranch and I guess Ill be able to go on house. In the stillness of the night he could hear the low continuous struggling along. murmur of Vals voice, talking "Wait, Billy began. "You "Shut up, Wheeler," Coffee said. steadily doubtless in his own beYouve acted like youve wanted half. And he could see Marians out of this ever since I got you in lowered profile against the yellow All right light of a window pane. It was it," Dunn clipped out. then youre out! And you can send curious how every suggested line of me a bill for what I owe. that girl every least bend of her Old Man Coffee stood up and head could move Billy Wheeler, stretched himself, a queer smile on twist him inside. his face. Just send me a check for Then a strange thing happened a million dollars, he said. He saun- strange in that Billy Wheeler had altered out into the dark. most a forenotice of it. As he sat For a few moments after Old Man there alone in the dark he now found Coffee had gone out, the 94 people himself keenly aware of the peopled sat silent, unable to realize that the layout about him aware of the exold lion hunter was no longer of act location of the men in the hunk their number. house, of the ponies in the corrals. Horse Dunn roused himself. I It was a peculiar sensation, as if always heard he was cracky. But he were suddenly more awake than now he's gone cracked altogether. before, as awake as a man in a I suppose the old fool wont even ring battle, or a man in danger. And especially he was aware of stay the night he'll go sleep in the brush somewhere. the dark, silent brush country at Well, enough! Somebody go catch him his his back, where buckbrush and desmule. ert juniper stood thick behind the Two or three of them moved, but corrals. Somewhere out there a Billy Wheeler wanted the job, and twig cracked, and his nerves jerked. he took it. He held a lantern while Something in that black mile of Coffee saddled his black mule. He brush was as awake as he. knew it was useless to try to get the Then abruptly the silence broke, two old men together again, but he definitely, as if the felt that it was one of those things nights shell of stillness had that a man has to try. He kept cracked. 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