The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-02-26
| Bulldog Carney.
] By w. A. Fraser.
/ Copyright, 1900, by W. A. Fraser.

ueEeu III anu OUT dulOuS Tie DOWluGFs
and trees that fringed the trail.
The morning sun picked out little
bright jewellike spots on the instru-
ment he had leveled across the top of
the big stump. He seemed to be sur
veyor taking levels.
Just as three men riding bronchos
came in sight at sudden turn in the
trail he bowed his head to the level of
the instrument and looked carefully
along It's smooth length.
The bronchos were coming along at
swinging walk, their heads on level
with their withers and their bride
reins hanging loosely in the hands OF
the riders.
Suddenly there was a nervous tight
ening of the right hand grasping the
instrument, sharp click close to it,
puff of smoke, followed by a sharp
crack, and the man riding the second
broncho tumbled from the saddle, shot
through the heart. He rolled over as
he fell, and the bright blots of blood
splashed over the rose leaves by the
side of the trail
The first cayuse, startled out of his
sleepy lope by the report and flash,
reared and plunged madly forward.
AS he took the first bound in the air
q bullet glanced from the high horn
In front of the man and went tearing
its corkscrew way through the leather
flaps of the big Mexican saddle
The rider yelled and dug the spurs in
the trembling TANKS of the horse as he
felt the hot lead scorching it's way
close to his skin.
Blamed bad shot.' the man behind
the stump ierked out between his
square jaws as he pumped the lever of
his repeater forward and back
Evidently he had meant well, but
the cayuse rearing had diverted the
bullet from its intended way.
The third broncho and it's rider were
making good time in the other direc-
ton. The shot he sent after them did
not increase their speed any, for they
were doing their level best.
The animal the dead man had ridden
did not move. He stood beside the fall
en- figure waiting with dumb patience
I ear his master to rise and mount again.
wing the empty shell from the
Sif his rifle, the man who had
Wshots walked leisurely over to
- Llying on the ground.
Stack, old man." he said, adj
Wahe horse. you're blamed
es ster than your master. If
Zoo to his pals as close as you're
as'o" be ready for grub pile at
VI ad of bleaching out here
iUl-.uess he cached the stuff in
Sperajos. too. he added. show
,sE and down in the ample, bag
be
40 was there right enough. a
II ,gful of it. Forty-four hun
70 airs, as was found out after
yyNste turned his attention to the
~ g on his back. with the great
t,Ned cash in his chest where the
ct-g bullet had plunged through.
l. pard, you've thrown dowr
is lite for the last time. Whisky
is bad business, but whisky
y IS away up in C. to judge by
h." And he handled the bag O.
,ElIovingly.
might a. known better than tt
aykme down." he, added reproach
eSas though he were trying t.
:,-,the blame of the murder upol
\ In himself.
Aeae on now, Jack. I'll use yol
little And he leisurely threw
over the cayuse and disappear
~ n 10 nd Of hn tpa
lad not gone far before he turn
prt to the left up a dry waite
eue stopped and, dismountins
Kol to wrap some old bags b
OMIT from behind a rock abou
wifi the cayuse.
~. a tenderfoot, Jack. 9ou'v
rilaail so often that you're b
{. he toes he remarked in
in tone as he worked at the bag
We mounted again and wei
,untry for about three mile
DSstruck the big cedar swan
ms for miles and miles frol
4.
u IL think that the prospectt
Il. your old man out has hit tt
sSMissoula and lit out.
Ill pick up tracks there, q
nlough, but they amt your
me see" he asked, pulling
from his pocket. Whisky Sau
took that bad spell about
X. The jay on the cayuse W
lie Golden about noon. Old Ste
his Jim Dandies will pull out
If an hour and pick up your tracl
heading for Missoula about 3.
"Therell be high old row, al
they'll run in some poor devil befo
night. They'll cop almost any o.
but me-"
Just as they neared the edge Of t
Big Cedar a horse neighed a short d
lance within.
II guess Blazer smells you, Jack
he said, chuckiing softly. Gle thin
we've been long time over the job.