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Show A portion was left out of The Storm Testament which was published last week. We appreciate our readers for calling it to our attention. Following is a summary of the story just prior to where the action begins today: Sam, Ben, Moroni and George meet Shank and Gibson at a cabin near where the sheep are being kept. Gibson tells Ben of their experience after Ben had tied them on a raft. Ben says he is glad they made it through safely. Want me to shoot 'em'!" George asked. "I've got a better idea," Sam said and whispered something in Ben's ear. "No," Ben said. "If you only knew how much my conscience has bothered me, how much I've worried about these two." "You wouldn't dare," Shank yelled, suddenly realizing what Ben and Sam were talking about. Half and hour later Sam pushed the raft into the river. Bound and gagged, Shank and Gibson floated towards the Great Salt Lake, "Someone will find them come morning," Sam said. ' "in the meantime, they won't be around to cause us any trouble over the sheep." With Shank and Gibson floating down the river, the dogs eagerly joined in to help when Ben sent Lobo out to gather the sheep. An hour later, South Temple was clogged with sheep, heading east towards downtown Salt Lake. It was after midnight when they reached the edge of the city. Several times along the way, people asked where they were going in the middle of the night with so many sheep. The answer was simple. They were taking the sheep to the Seventh East estray compound, where the sheep were to be sold. They were going at night so as not to obstruct daytime traffic. It was several hours past midnight mid-night when Ben walked up the steps of the "Tribune" office and knocked loudly on the locked door. No one responded, not even a guard. Ben kicked in the door, grabbed the nearest sheep by the ear and dragged it through the doorway; others followed as Lobo nipped at their heels. Moroni lit a gas lamp so they could see what they were doing as they packed over 600 sheep into the "Tribune" offices. It was Flat Nose George who discovered the big drums of printer's prin-ter's ink and began pouring the black goo on the floor. It was so slippery many of the sheep lost their footing temporarily, their wool soaking up the ink. Thev k, walk.ng paint brushes -' regained their footing nce ' of black tracks " 1,1111 :! throughout the buildinpf! the piles of formS;?M paper. y clean Lobo was pushing a I sheep up the steps to j 1 courtroom when a poSse dozen armed men apaL , the sheep rustlers ?JS around the corner at fu rj" plunging headlong into , bleating sheep. The first V four horses sent down pressing closely around M remaining horses held Cinders Ci-nders trying desperately tn them through the L!?; progress was so slow th,, ' time they reached the com the rustlers were long go, At daybreak Ben and L f were back at the barn, t, J' feeling good knowing lhei , ruined the marshal's sheen V scattering sheep throughout V Lake while destroS ' "Tribune" offices. 8 : After sleeping most of he . mng, everyone gathered ar. wooden table to discuss wbi"' might do next. "That sheep thing makes ffie; j more like a teenage prankster,! a defender of the faith" ji ' said. "We've given the ej. . ' writers something fu ' teresting to write about But re 'i did we do any good for the a think not." u No one argued with Moroni " even Ben. They had come to i Lake to help deliver the Mor:' ih from the jaws of persecution the best thing they had come M with was a monstrous pranl ct volving 20,000 sheep. Sure, they ,(,, disrupted a public sale of cii co property, but as soon as the st- se were rounded up, there would i another. The "Tribune" certa Gy wouldn't back off in its camp;. ba . against the Mormons, If anjt. del the paper would become V ma antagonistic as a result of havici E clean up a million black track: ted green pellets. ev( "What should we do now?"& if Sam. "Put an ad in the paper desi raise an army?" gVrr "I used to think that was; solk answer," Moroni said, his te: his hands, "but I just don! t n anymore." jM "Me find Madge and ':. George," Flat Nose George r "Go elk hunting tonight." Hefc IlC to make preparations to leave;: up his bedroll and pacfc: saddle bags. (To be continued) |
