Show the old settler 0 my dear san Jua ners reverse the screen and view the scene of sixty years ago san juan a howling wilderness an outlaws rendezvous like bloated carcass beckoning to buzzards far and wide the buzzards came from every slate sate in san juans hills to hide when two highwaymen robbed a bank at point cf ugly gun they had it settled long before just which way they should run and riding horses not their own between the dusk and jawn dawn hey headed neck or nothing for the rim rocks of san juan they reached the top of peters hill joe bush in hot pursuit and wore swore that when he came in sight heyd be the first to shoot and racing d awn wn through bulldog park their trades track s were hard to find as marshal bush with blooded hounds came trailing far behind when bush came riding into bluff dark the night was on the wo highwaymen long before had crossed the old san juan they crossed into a maze of rocks lad had got away and gone then bush in anger made demand man d Is there never in this brave town a man combining human sense with the instincts of a hound away in this th s remote frontier no sense of sig sight ht or smell to find which way these varmints var mints went and track them clear to hell then up and answered kumen jones if that you want to know ill tell you just the man you need my navajo friend jim joe for never a track can miss his glance if it crosses his native sand he can fallow a wolf thru rocks and brush as long as the brute can stand quick from his hogan came jim joe and took the oath to serve with his native intuitions and his cool and steady nerve he took up the tracks where they left the bank he hung bung to the windswept wind swept trail and never once on rock or sand did his desert instincts fall fail the two highwaymen looked behind and saw a navajo but never once dreamed the fighting stuff meet in old jini jim joe he stalked right into their rocky lair his pistol cocked and raised but they endure his hostile glare and they trembled while he gazed Sho otey killey jim asked of them and waited for their reply but they dreaded his look and shivered and shook for they the guts to tar die he marched them out like two whipped dogs with drooping ears and tail their heads hung low their step was slow their faces drawn and pale continued on page 8 the old settler 0 continued from 1 he marched them back to marshal bush trese heap no goad I 1 Q said a j d he and declared they had no heart nor bibins nor eyes wih wah which to see the marshal grasped od jims brown hand 1 I have met wi tf e man he said for a man MV vw b man whatever his clan let h his is skin be white or red A man is is a man and wherever I 1 go a man is hard to find but you my navajo friend jim joe are a man of the rarest kind oh east is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet till earth and sky stand presently before gods judgment seat but there is ni nel her east nor west nor border nor breed nor birth when 1 two strong men stand face to face though they come from the ends of the earth ALBERT R LYMAN |