Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1909-11-25

Horn, killing two men TO rattle the
posse-it all bears Sinclairs ear
marks. He has gone too far. He has
piled up plumber till he is reckless.
He is crazy with greed and insane
with revenge. He thinks he can gal
lop over this division and scare Bucks
till he gets down on his knees to him.
Bucks will never do it. l know him,
and tell you Bucks will never do 1t.
He is like that man in Washington;
he will fight it to the death. He would
fight Sinclair if he had to come up
here and meet him single-handed, but
he will never have to do it. He put
you here. George, to round that man
up. This is the price for your advance
ment, and you must pay it.
1T is all right for me to pay 1t, but
| don't want you to pay it. viii you
have care for yourself Gordon?"
will you?"
"Yes"
You need never ask me to be care
full" Smith went on. That is my
business. | asked you to watch your
window shades at night, and when
| came in lust now found one up. 1t is
you who are likely to forget and In
this kind of a game a man never for
| gets but once. I'll lie down on the
Lincoln lounge, George
Get into the bed.
mo; | like the lounge, and I'm on
early"
In the private room of the superln-
tendent, provided as sleeping apart
ment in the old headquarters building
many years before hotel facilities
reached Medicine Bend, stood the only
curio the Wickiup possessed-the
Lincoln lounge. When the car that
carried the remains of Abraham Lin
coin from Washington to Springfield
was dismantled the Wiclliup fell heir
to one piece of it's elaborate furnish
ings, the lounge, and the lounge still
remains as an early day relic. Wits
pering Smith walked into the bedroom
and disposed himself in an incredi-
bly, short time. I've borrowed one Oh
your pillows, George" he called out
presently.
Take both"
Ones enough hope" he went on
rolling himself like hen into the
double blanket, the horse Kennedy
has left me will be all right; he go'
three from Bill Dancing. Bill Dan
cling" he snorted, driving his nose into
the pillow as if in final memorandum
for the night, che will get himsel
killed if he fools around Sinclair toe
, much now"
McCloud, under light shaded above
his desk, opened roll of blue-prints
He was going to follow construction
G gang up the Crawling Stone in thu
morning and wanted to look over thu
7 surveys. Whispering Smith, breath
r ing regularly, lay not far away. l
was late when McCloud put away hi
O maps. entered the inner room ant
g looked at his friend
p He lay like a boy asleep. On tn
= chair beside his head he had place.
n his old-fashioned hunting-case watch
as big as an alarm clock, the kind
!. railroad man would wind up with
), spike-maul Beside the watch he ha
g laid his huge revolver in its wor
9 leather scabbard. Breathing peace
a fully, he lay quite at his companion
mercy, and McCloud looking down o
|, this man who never made mistake
, never forgot danger, and never too
# an unnecessary chance, thought {
n what between men confidence ma
sometimes mean He sat mOmer
with folded arms on the side OF hi
bed, studying the tired face, defens'
less In the slumber of fatigue. VINE
he turned out the light and lay dow
! he wondered whether, somewhere
= the valley of the great river to whic
he was to take his men in the NOR
F" ing. he should encounter the sligl
o and reckless horsewoman who ha
~ bIazed so In anger when he stood b
fore her at Marion's. He had stru
ne gled against her charm too long. 81
had become, how or when he could NJ
&c tell. not alone pretty woman but
~ fascinating one--the creature OF n
IN constant thought Already she mea
more to him than all else in the worl
az He we'll knew that ii called on
n choose between Dicksie and all ell
ne he could only choose her. But as
ly drew together the curtains of thong
at and sleep stole in upon him, he was
Sc solved first to have Dicksie; to ha
m all else if he could, but, in any cas-
OF Dicksie Dunning When he awoke d
re was breaking in the mountains. t
We huge silver watch, the lOw-voiced m
ut and the formidable six-shooter had d
De- appeared 1t was time to get up, a
Mt Marion Sinclair had promised an cal
NJ breakfast.
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