The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-08-01
CHAPTER XXX.
Among the Coyotes.

Oroville once marked farthest north
for the Peace river gold camps, but
with mining long ago abandoned it now
marks furthest south for a rustlers
camp, being q favorite resort for the
people of the Williams Cache country.
OrOville boasts that it has never sur
rendered and that it has never been
cleaned out. II has moved, and been
moved. UP stream and down. and from
bank to bank; 1t has been burned out
and blown away and lived on wheels,
but il has never suffered the loss Of its
identity
Whispering Smith, we'll busted with
alkah rode up to the johnson ranch.
eight miles southwest of Oroviile, in the
afternoon Of the day after he left Medi-
cine Bend. The ranch lies in a valley
watered by the Rainbow, and makes a
pretty little oasis of green in a Iimitless
waste Of sagebrUsh. Gene and Bob
johnson were cutting alfalfa when
Whispering Smith rode into the field
and, stopping the mowers, the three
men talked while the seven horses nib
bled the clover
4 may need a little help, Gene, to
get him out Of town" remarked Smith
after he had told his story; that is. if
there are too many Cache men there
for me-"
Bob johnson was stripping a stalk Of
alfalfa in his fingers. Them fellows
are pretty sore"
THAT comes Of half doing job. Bob
I was in too much of hurry with the
roundup They haven't had dose
enough vet returned Whispering
Smith. IF you and Gene will join me
some time when I have a week to spare
we will go in there, clean up the gang
and burn the hair off the roots of the
chapparal-what? I've limited to Reb-
stock that he could get ready for some
thing like that"
Tell US about that fight, Gordon"
II viii if you viii give me something
to eat and have this horse taken care
of. Then, Bob, I want you to ride into
OrOville and TecOnnoiter. This is mail
day, and I understand some of the boys
are buying postage stamps to put on
my coffin"
They went to the house. where Wits
pering Smith talked as he ate. Bob took
a horse and rode away, and Gene. with
his guest, went back to the alfalfa,
where Smith took BOb's place on the
mower. When they saw Bob riding up
the valley. Whispering Smith. bring
ing i'm the machine. mounted his horse.
Your man IS there all right" said
Bob, as he approached. He and John
Rebstock were in the Blackbird saloon.
SeagTue isn't there. but Barney Reb-
stock and a lot OF others are. I talked
a few minutes with John and Murray.
Sinclair didn't say much. only that the
railroad gang was trying to run him out
of the country, and he wanted to meet
a few OF them before he went. I just
imagined he held Up a little before me:
maybe not. There's dozen Williams
Cache men in town"
But those fellows are not really dan
gerous, Bob. though they may be trou-
blesome," observed Smith, refiectively.
well, what's your plan?" blurted
Gene Johnson.
i haven't any. Gene" returned
Smith. with perfect simplicity My
only plan is TO ride into town and
serve my papers, if I can. I've got
deputyship-and that I'm going. to do
right away. If you. Bob. or both Of you
viii happen in about thirty minutes
later youW set the news and perhaps
see the fun. Much obliged for your
feed. Gene. come down to Medicine
Bend any time and I'll fill you up.
want you both for the elk hunt next fall,
remember that. Bucks is coming. and
is going to bring Brown and Henson