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BREWSTER tIERALD Friday, August 19, 1932 SYNOPSIS Wilson McCann. young Arizona ranchman. finds an old /riand, Jim Yerby, with a broken teS. Julia Stark, daughter of Matthew Stark, inveterate easmy of the McCanns, is with him. Jasper, Julia's brother, attempts to assassinate Wlison. Ann Gifford, with her young sister, Eth, are sheep raisers, and on that account umpopular with the cattlemen. "Night riders" -keel a McCenn rider. Peter McCann, Wllzon's father, offers a reward [or the disclosure of their identity. Wilson McCann horsewhips Jasper, he making precticaUy no resistance. Matthew Stark posts notice he will kill Wilson McCann on sight. Ann Gifford's tragedy is the fate of her dead sister. Nora. betrayed and abattdoned by her lover. Jasper Stark and Carl Gitner, known as a *'killer." hold secret on- ferencrs. A Stark rider. Tom McArdlo, is be- I/eved by the Starks to have been killed by the McCanna, but rumor links his name with that of Nora Gifford. Matthew Stark is killed, from ambush. Julia finds him dead, with Wilson McCann stooping over him. She and Phil, her younger brother, accuse McCann e| the hilling, despite his vehement denial. Wilson is shot /rum the chapparal, while standing over Mat- thew Stark's body. Believing him dying, the Storks have him taken to their home. Dave Stone, Stark rider, a Texan with a record as a "killer," openly doubts Wilzon'e guilt. Jasper is disinherited by hls father's wilL Wilson Mc- Cann is restorsd to health. Jasper Stark, de- spite the girl'e aversion, seeks to persuade Ethel Gifford to marry him. holding over her the threat of revealing Ann as the slayer of Tom McArdle. Ann drives him from the ranch, defying him. CHAPTER VII--Continued --8--- His stride falvered, tie stood still, taken by surprise. There was el)out her such an air ,of tense feminine ferocity that his purpose was shaken. "I wasn't nhnin' to hurt her nolle," he explained sullenly. "Get away from her." He hesitated, his vanity In arms. The position was a humiliating one, but he did not see any way out of It Just now. "All right. It's yore say-so," he ad- mitted vindictively. "But don't come belly-achin' to me when you get ar- rested. I've done give you yore chance an' you wouldn't take It. Suits me if It does you." He turned and walked down Into the arroyo where he had left his horse. Ethel looked piteously at her sister. Is It true--what he said?" she asked. Ann did not ask to whaf she re- ferred. There was no need to specify. In the forefront of both their minds was the death of Tom McArdle an4, Ann's relation to It. "It's true." They stared at each other, horror in fheir eyes. "I . . . I was afraid so," Ethel nnlrmured. "It's been awful for me, too. I was awake when you came In that morning--and I knew something was wrong by the way you looked. I pretended to be asleep, but I saw you clean tbe rifle. You acted so ... s kinds dead for days . . . like you were numb. And when this Jasper Sirk came and told me one day when you were out that you had . . . done it , . . why I Just knew you had." Sh e ended with a wall of distress. They went Into each other's arms and sobbed together. After a flee, when they had cried themselves out, Ann told her story. She had spent the night at one of their sheep camps and was riding home in the early morning when she met Tom McArdle. He had stopped her, though she had tried to push past him. and she had lashed him savagely in a spate of words for what lie had done to Nora. "I thought of her, lying out there nnder the ground In California, and of hlm riding around big as Cuffey," Ann said to her sister. "But that wasn't the worst of it. You know how he kept coming to the house . . . after- ward, pretending he wanted to hear about our dear girl and all the time trylng to make up tO you. You know how I told him never to come again. Well, after I had flayed him that morninr he bowed and thanked me with a sneer and rode away. When he got to the edge of the road above the outbank he called t'o tell me he'd be over re see you Thursday. You don't know how hatefully he said it. Some: thing in me snapped. I didn't have time to think. I Just fired at him and he threw np his hands and slid from his horse down the cutbank. I didn't wal to see any more, but Just rode away fast as I could. For I knew by the way he fell that . . . he was dead." "Yon poor, poor girl I" Ethel held the slender figure close as though to keep her from the cruel reach of the law that was going to:snatch her away and lock her np for years. "Oh darling, why didn't you tell me?" "I don't care, If you don't hate me for doing It," Ann replied brokenly. So, wlth love, they comforted each other. S a a It was characteristic of Jasper that he did not at once go to the authori- ties and charge Ann Glfford with the murder of Tom McArdle. Instead, he wrote n imonymous letter to Sheriff Le Page and accused her of it. He did not want o burn his bridges behind Ilhn. It would be better, he re. fleeted, to see what the effect would be of a covert imputation. Hank would very likely go out to tle sheep ranch and ask questions. This wouhl fl'lgltten not only Ethel hut Ann, too, in spite of the high hand she had taken with him. They mtght come to terms. Anyhow, It could do no harm to walt a few days and watch deveiopments. Most of hls waiting was done at Pedro's place, a bottle in front of him. But as the days passed he grew Im- patlent and decided to tall i tile matter over wJth Carl GItner. It might be a good idea to sound the big Texan up to the sheep ranch Just to show the Gff. By William laeLeod, Raine (WNU Service) Copyright b" William MacLeod Rains fords that he really had the goods on them. At the ranch Jasper pulled up at the bunk house and swung down. In- side he found GItner and Stone. The former was riveting a stirrup leather. "Come to say adios to yore dear friend Wfls McCann?" he Jeered. "WhatJamean?" demanded St'ark. "Why, ain't you heard the good news?" Gltner affected polite surprise. "Our dear guest's done mended so much he's allowin' to hit the trail to- day. The o.ld man's comln' with a wagon t'o get him. Pretty soon, if Mr. Wilson McCann continues to im- prove, as the papers say, he'll be able to bump off another St'ark or two maybe." Stone was honing a hunting knife. He had ackhowledged the arrival of Jasper by a nod. Now he spoke. "Wlls McCann didn't kill Matt." He saI[l it quietly, without emphasis. "Hap! He was caught, you might say, right in the act." This from fins- per. with exaspernHon. "What's the sense in sayln' he didn't do It?" "I went over the groulld soot as l could'an' read sign. Wils didn't shoot yore father, any more than I did." "l'hll lolls me you gave hhn an' Jule that lille of tall, Dave. Tha's why she's lettin' this murderer get away fro)n1 us." lle ripped out aa oath of savage anger. "I've a good mind to plug him from lhe chaparral my own self." "I wonMn't do that, Jas. I'd hire re)me one. Maybe you could get Carl," the little Texan murmured. The words seemed to fall almost casually, except for tire fact that Stone's eyes were full on those of tlle man he addressed. They had a sur- prising effect. The red of Jasper's skin faded to a sickly yellow. His Jaw dropped. Gltner was made of stiffer stuff. He turned snarling on Stone, "What the blue blazes you mean by that?" he denmnded with a series of crackling oaths. Stone's face was hard as Jade and held as much expression. "Why, what could I mean. Carl? Only that yon're a better shot than Jas, an' If he wnnted any klllln' done looks like it would be reasonable for him to hire you to do it." "Say, what's eatln' you, Dave?" Gif- ner's eyes were closely slltted. He had dropped the stirrup leather and his hands hung free for action. "Lem- me get you right. Wlmt makes you figure Wlls McCann didn't bushwhack the old man?" "Several things, Carl. First off, if WIIs dhl It he wouhh,'t 'a' been found lingerie' around. More likely he's 'a' been hittin' the high spots for a get- away. I cUt sign on the ground an' I know Matt was shot by some one lying in the irrigation ditch. The fel- low got scared afterward an' turned water Into the ditch to wipe out his tracks. We know Wlls didn't do that. I'm not satisfied that the same guy dldn't shoot both yore father an' Met+ann." "Sounds reasonable," sneered Olt- nor. "Go ahead. Tell us wire he is." "I went up to the head gate nn' studied the ground some. MeCann's tracks were there. He'd been flxln' it. We know that. Covering his tracks in two places there was the print of a big boot run over at the heel with a nail stlcking out." The eyes of Stone and Gitner were fastened as though drawn together by powerful magnets. Jasper felt a cold chill at his heart. He flashed one look at Gltner's boot's. "How d'you know which was Wlls McCann's track an' which wasn't?" Gltner asked. "I took his boots later an' fitted them to the tracks." There was a moment of chill sin- ister silence. "Did you take any boots an' fit them to the other tracks?" Glter asked, al- most In a murmur. 1 "Why no, Carl. Whose boots would I take?" The issue between the men had come to crisis. No words were spoken. For that question was a low-voiced chal- lenge. It' called for an answer. There was sllenee, heavy and op- pressive, while one might have counted twenty. Watching Gltner closely, Stone could almost read his exact thoughts. Should he draw now and be done with it'? Or had he better wait? "Well. you know what you mean. I don't, an' I don't give a dn." Gltner turned, bravado in his manner, to Jas- per. "Me, I'm headed for the chuck wagon. Get a move on you, Jas." Stark breathed again. Carl had chosen to postpone the question of the day to a more favorable time. The two men left the hunkhouse together. "Through th6 open door Stone watched them walk to the eating room. He had clone an unwise thing. some men wou?d hare said. At least he had done it on purpose. He had smoked them Into the open. Beyond reasonable doubt he was convinced that he bad found the man who hall shot Matthew Stark and Wilson Mc- Cann. He had made a guess that was a center shot. Out of the slllatlon he got one flicker of amusement. He would be willing to give odds that when he saw Carl Gftner after his :next visit re town the big man would eJiher be wearing & new pair of boots or the heels of the old ones would be rehullt. S * S It was Wllon Met;ann's first long ride since his recovery. The i had slipped away and hls splendid vitality had asserted itself. Health had flowed back into his veins. He and his brother Lyn were Jogging along toward Mesa. The fierce heat of summer was almost broken, but they still looked up into a brazen sky and clouds of alkaline dust choked them. With an eye carefully measuring his brother's strength, Lyn suggested that they throw off and rest at the rlver. "I'm kinds off my feed tlbee days," he added apologetieally. Wilson smiled at this duplicity. "Suits me," he assented. "IM hate to see you wore to a frazzle an' you with no more appetite than you got. I was worried about' you traveling so far on nothing but nine flannel cakes, eleven biscuits, two-three eggs, one small steak no bigger titan a plate, an' three cups 0' Coffee." "It ahft what a man eats, but how it nourishes him," argued the bronzed young giant. At the e+dge of the dry river, in a little group of cottonwoods a couple of hundred yards from the road, they -=_ "The Sheriff Went Out to the Sheep Ranch and Had a Talk With Miss Ann. 'p dismounted and I,yn unsaddled. With their rifles by their sides they lay down and Wilson rested. "It does klnda take the tack outa me," he admitted. "I reckon I'm not right stout yet." Purgatory rh'er tile Indians called It from the Spanish name, or the Rive: of Lost Souls, but the unsenti- mental cowpnncher had corrupted It to Picket Wire river. Lying on his back, one leg cocked over the other, Lyn mused aloud. "Something's changed Dad. He ain't so rambunctious since you an' him got back from the Circle Cross. All the boys have strict orders not to get Into trouble with any Of the Stark riders. He acts like he's bumped up against something that' set him thinking." Wilson thought of his father, big, strong, slightly bowlegged, hard eyes set In a leathery face, a dominating man with many friends and some bitter enemies. What I,yn said was true. There had come a change In hhn. He spoke less. His manner was gentler at times, bfore than once his oldest son had come on him In the dusk brooding In an armchair. This was not at all like the Peter McCann he had known a score of years. ,Figure it out for yourself, Lyn. Julia Stark an' that yonng brother of hers saved my life an' kept right on saving it. They scared off the killer. They took me home an' looked after me. They sent for Doe Sanders. She nursed me, that girl did, like I was her brother, though her father lay there dead beside me an' she thought I'd killed hhn. They let Dad come an' llve In the house, an' every minute of the time they watched to see we weren't shot while we were there. Do you reckon, if they had been given halt a chance Jas Stark an' that Gltner would ever have let" us get away from there alive? Not on yore tintype. But the girl an' young Phil an' Stone an' Raf- ferty rode with as. bunched round the wagon, till we met up with the boys. That puts it right up to us. don't It? Dad's mlllln this over In his head. He's a white man, Peter McCnnn is. He's fignrin' on finding a way out that won't leave him feeling like a coyote?" "How about you?" "I'll not crook a finger against one of 'era. How enn I now?" "What kind of a girl is silo?" Lyn asked, his curiosity stirred. "She used to be a regular ll'l catamount at SPIOOI." Wilson measured his words carefully to achieve a dispassionate manner of casual criticism. "I reckon she's got that temper yet'. There's ']nost usually a breeze around: her neighborhood, I notice. A sure enough II'l ginger mill. Site's let loose on me some. O' course she hates the ground [ walk on. Nat- urally she would, since she figures I shot her father. But she's all right. I,yn--there/every way. hlgb. low. Jack an' the I don't qnlte know how what_she's like. You re-. I'i l}omlno racer we a fine high-strung. the filly 'row flD' true 8# Stark." cigarett#. "I she was a long-legged colt with her mane all flying wild an' black eyes snappin' at you like live coals. But what you say goes with me. If she hadn't been there both ways from the ace she sure would have let you die the day of the rookus. Funny about women, how they tangle up the lives of he-men. When we was out on Tin Cup the other day We Tapscott got to talkin' about Dad an' Matt Stark. We was breakln' camp an' I was loadin' the erossbuck. He got to Joshin' me while I was fixln' the lash rope to throw the diamond hitch an' somethln' I said re- minded him of old days. Seems rhat Dad an' Mart usta run together when they were ybung. They skylarked a heap in Dodge an' Hays City an' Den- ver when they were out with trail herds. Seems they both fell in love wlth the same girl an' that busted their friendship wide open." The older brother nodded. "Jessie Farwell her name was. She married Stark." "It would he right funny if this Julia Stark was to put an end to this feud after her mother started it before any of ns were horn." The brooding eyes of Wilson were not focussed on anythhlg within range of their vision. He made no comment on what his brother had said, but his mlltd was full of it. Why not? Surely the rhing slit++ had done ma(le It Im- p,ssihle for the Met'anna to pursue the feud, to fight for hair-line rights bitterly and savagely. She h,'ul cut the groun(1 from nnder thelr feet. If there was tiny generosity In them they would have to abstain from hostility even though frienIshlp was not practicable. "Do you reckon they're Ilallle t'o push the case against you for killln' Matt StarkT' asked Lyn presently. Wilson was out on bail furnished by his father. He had been formally ar- rested by the sheriff, even though It was understood that no conviction would be possible In Arizona after Stark had given public notice that he meant to kill young McCann on sight. "I don't reckon," Wilson replied. "They haven't got a leg to stand on and they know it. Even If I had killed him I was Justified." "Who did kill him? You don't reckon any of our boys could of done It and be holdln' out on us." "No, I don't. I'm not guessln', Lyn-- not out loud." Lyn suddenly sat up and listened. There had come to him down the wash the sound of a horse's leaf striking a stone. Presently voices drifted to the two In the grove. In a feud eonntry it pays to watch travelers whose In- tentions have not been declared. Both of tim McCanns reached silently for their rifles. Into view rode Carl GItner and Jas- per Stark. They crossed the dry river and passed into the desert landscape of light and color and air. The Mc- Canns watched them go. It was Lyn who spoke first. "I'm wonderln', Wlls," he drawled. "Yes," "Whether if those beauties had been here and we'd been rhlin' across the river there we'd still be good lnsur- nnce risks." "One of us anyhow wouldn't; likely botb of us." "Both of us. They'd never a-let me get away to tell it. It's a cinch they wouhln't. That's one trouble In deal- Ing with scalawags like them. You can't play the game their way, an' It don't make an even bet." Presently Lyn resaddled and they rook up again the sandy road. They rode into Mesa and drew up In front of Basford's emporium. Public opinion sat on the porch In session. SImp Shell was there as usual, fat and over. flowing. Basford lounged In the door- way. Doctor Sanders held down the top step, his back against a post. In a chair tilted to the wall, lounged Curt Qulnn, Just In from his ranch. Slmp was talking, guardedly. "Course I don' know a thing but what Hank told me. He got this shinny. mous letter an' he went out an' had a talk with her. She hadn't a word to say but Just one thing: prove It." He broke off to greet the new arrlyals. "'Lo, LynWIls! How you makin' it? We're all mighty glad to see you 'live an' klckln', boy. Sure are." "Same here," agreed the recovered invalid. "How you feeling. Wils? Seems to me this is a right long ride for you re be taking so soon," Doctor Sanders said. "Oh, I got restless to hear the gent's gossip circle," grinned Wilson. "What,s the latest? Don't anything new ever happen ?" "Well, there's this anlonymous letter Hank got." "Hank who?" "Hank Le Page----sherlff of this here county. Understand, rm Jest tell- In' you what happened, t[ank he got this antonymous letter tellin' him that Miss Ann Glfford was the person who shot Tom McArdle." SImp spread his fat hands in disclaimer. "Like I said before, I don't know a thing but what Hank told me. Course rye done heard rumors about reasons she might have for not liking Tom. I reckon you all heard 'era, for that matter. Jas Stark says lie heard her warn Tom never to show up at the sheep ranch again, or if he did she'd fill him plumb full of lead." "The sheriff went out to the sheep ranch and had a talk with Miss Ann," Doctor Sanders contributed. *'She wasn't hardly civil. Good ns told him to get busy and prove it If he could." "Funny she didn't welcome him more cordial," the young man an- swered with obvious sarcasm. *'You'd think she would ask Hank to stay to dinner when he come out merely to Inquire if she murdered a man fl'om the chaparral. I can't understand her being shacp about a li'l thing like that." "Dhln't know she was a friend of yours, Wlls. or I wouldn't a-mentioned it." This from Simp. "She Isn't. Far as I know she's got no friends. You can put me on record right here as sayin' that this country here has been hog mean to those three girls on the sheep r.mch." 'Tve had notions that way myself at times," Lyn said, hat.king his broth- er. "Just because old Gifford was a stubborn cantankerous old son-of-a- gun don't prove his nloces weren't nice girls. Me, I got no nse for a sheep- man, but you got t'o treat women humlln." "Becanse some darned fool writes an anonymous letter we've got to begin )ersecutlng those two lone women again. We're certainly In fine busi- ness." Wilson spoke with heat. "No use to get all hot up, boy. We ain't persecutln' her none," Slap ob- Jected. "We n{n't even sayln' she did It. Maybe she can prove an alibi. It's no penitentiary offense to talk, Wlls." "By Gad, It ought: to be, for wlmn you talk about a woman you damn her good name. What do we know about this? I don't suppose for a minute she did it. But say for argument she dld. Say she killed a man, though I'd bqt my boots she didn't. All right. What kind of a man? How'd sbe come to do it? Why? What had he done to her or to those she was like a mother to?" "We're not discussing the Justlfica. tlon." Doctor Sanders related. "5,'o, you're Just' hlntin'. Come to that I've killed two-three men myself. So have you, Strop. An' you, Bas- ford." "l never did," Shell sputtered indig- nantly. "Sure you have. Murder's In the heart. Tha's where it Is. You don't have to pull a trigger to kill a man. You can kill him In yore thoughts. It's seeln' red. It's I)eln' so crazy mad you'd do It in a minute if you seen a chanct." "Oh, we{I !" Curt Quinn let down his chair and got to his feet. "The boy's right, at that. Give the girl a chance. It ain't a square deal to go aching round about this onless there's some real evidence. If Jas Stark claims to have anything up his sleeve let him play the card." "You're d--n whistlln'l" Wilson turned amiably on Slap, his smile rob- bing the words of their sting. "Why, you durned old toughfoot, where did you head in from. You claim Yore name,s Slap Shell: Maybe at that' It is. We ain't askln' questions abott what yore oncet name Is. We're glvin' you the benefit of the doubt, old-timer. Not even inqulrln' what' penitentiary you registered at, If any." Slmp sputtered. "See here, boy, tha's fightin' talk If you only knew It." Wllson's grin walt friendly and dis- arming. "I don't really reckon they got the goods on yon enough to put you behind bars. Likely you were toq smooth to get caught. My point Is that It ain't a man-size Job to Mt' here on yore roosts gabbling about one poor woman who has had the cards stacked against her In this game of life." "You make yore point stick out' like a sore thumb, Wlls," Qulnn admitted without rancor. "An' before you be- gin on my pedigree I moves this gos. sips' ald society stands adjourned.,' The motion appeared to be carried. Lyn passed Into the post office, but Wilson stayed to tlk of cattle and water holes and the fall round,up. He felt ,awkward and ashamed at his d lense of the weak, as though he had been advertising his virtue. In th|s cynical old world no man likes to be caught doing good. (TO a C'OUD. I Pelicans Had Been Too A dlscovery was made a short tlme ago, says the Detroit News, that many pelicans In Santa Monies bay, Calif., have never learned to fisb for their dally subsistence. For years the pouch-lOlled wafer birds have dozed sleepily around the wharves and fish. 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