The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-10-22
CHAPTER xxvI.-continued.

Sitting once in the Three Horses
at Medicine Bend, Rebstock had talked
with Whispering Smith. IT used to
have good time" he growled. when
was rustling little bunch of steers,
Just small bunch all by myself, and
hadn't cent in the world, no place to
sleep and nothing to eat, l had good
time. Now l have to keep my money
in the bank; that amt pleasant-you
know that. Every man that brings a
bunch of cattle across Deep creek has
stole 'em, and expects me to buy 'em
or lend him money. I'm busy with in
spectors all the time, deviling with
brands, standing off the Stock associa-
tion and all kinds of trouble. I've got
too many cows, too much money. I'm
afraid somebody will shoot me if go
to sleep, or poison me if 1 take a
drink. Whispering Smith, I'd like to
give you a half-interest in my bust
ness. That's on the square. You're a
young man, and handy; it wouldn't
cost you cent, and you can have half
of the whole shooting-match if you'll
cross Deep creek and help me run the
gang" Such was Rebstock free from
anxiety and in confidential moment.
Under pressure he was, like all men,
different.
Whispering Smith had acquaintance
even in the Cache, and after a little
careful accommodating he found Grip
pled-up thief, driving mich COW
down the Cache, who was willing to
take message to the boss.
Whispering Smith gave his instruc-
lions explicitly, facing the messenger,
as the two sat in their saddles, with
an importunate eye. "Say to Rebstock
exactly these words" he insisted.
'This is from Whispering Smith: l
want Du Sang. He killed friend of
mine last night at Mission Springs. l
happened to be near there and know
he rode in last night. He can't get
out: the Canadian is plugged. won't
stand for the killing, and it is Du Sang
or cleanup in the Cache all around,
and then I'll get Du Sang anyway. Re-
CARDS."
Riding circumspectly in and about
the entrance to the Cache, the party
waited an hour for an answer. When
the answer came, it was unsatisfac-
tory. Rebstock declined to appear
upon so trivial matter, and Whisper
ing Smith refused to specify further
grievance. More parley and stronger
messages were necessary to stir the
Deep creek monarch, but at last he
sent word asking Whispering Smith to
come to his cabin accompanied only
by Kennedy.
The two railroad men rode up the
canyon together. "And now I will
show you a lean and hungry thief
grown monstrous and miserly, Far
rell." said Whispering Smith.
At the head of short pocket be-
tween two sheer granitewa they saw
Rebstock's weather-beaten cabin, and
he stood in front of it smoking. He
looked moodily at his visitors out of
eyes buried between rolls of fat.
Whispering Smith was little harsh
as the two shook hands, but he dis
mounted and followed Rebstock into
the house.
What are you so high and mighty
about?" he demanded, throwing his
hat on the table near which Rebstock
had seated himself. why don't you
come out when send a man to you,
or send word what you will do? What
have you got to kick about? Haven't
you been treated right?"
Being in no position to complain,
but shrewdly aware that much I'M