The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1912-11-25
Thrilling Story of the Triangular Bar Gun Fight - p
Written Especially for the Leader By Charles Alden Sezer

Three months before man had
ome to the Lazy i wearing two
Guns. l.e hsd taken his place among
he mon OF the outfit, apparently en-
sabrd as an ordinary punrher But
.wo mouths later a nester named Har-
yey Toban had been shot to dea n, and
befAsc an investigation could ho
started the man had mysteriously dis
appeared. After his disappearance a
vague rumor had reached her to The
effect that the man had been a gun
fighter, and that the Lazy l. company
had sent him to the ranch purposely
to Kill ihe nestor Her father had
been reticent regarding he Incident
had even grIlily told her to mind her
own business when she had attempted
10 question him. Apparently the in
cident had been forgotten. But she
still remembered. and she cringed
away from the stranger little while
with furtive glances she made a ra
pid searching inspection Of him.
He was nearly thirty she decided
noting the level brows and the serene
steady eyes that Plinted with a slight
humor as she made her rapid analy
sis. And good-looking. Her cheeks
redeemed a little as this fact was re-
corded
Apparently he was not disturbed
over her searching Glances. llH
miled. "You live anywhcres arounl
herc?' he repeated.
my father is manager of the Lazy
L." she returned
How far do you reckon the Lazy L
Is from here?' he questioned.
six or seven miles she returned,
her gaze going again TO the injured
pony.
lie went over to where his own
pony was grazing catching the bride
rein and leading the animal close tc
her before replying "Thatd be
night long walk--for a lady" he said
then you hop onto my horse an
gel along I'll be comm later"
She objected but ne persisted, sml-
ing You hadn't ought TO refuse a
neighbor,' he said finally You say
Tour father is runnin the Lazy L.
we heard that the Lazy l. is right
,lcse to the Triangular Bar-where,
I'm eoin' to hang out hereafter"
She gave an exclamation Of sur
prise and relief Then he was not a
gun-hehter after all She could not
conceal the satisfaction that shone in
her eyes
Are You going to work over at the
Triangular Barr" she asked
He laughed surveying her with
pleased eyes. Il expect III work over
there" he returned. You see. I'm
the new owner of the Triangular Bar
I've got a little ranch down In Texas
hut since my brother died I've got to
take care of the Triangular Bar too.
I expect taliin' care of the two might
be called work
The constraint that had marked
her manner toward him suddenly
melted into genuine pleasure. She
extended a hand smiling frankly.
"Then you are Dave Toban." she said.
81 met your brother many times be-
f1re-before he was shot. ! am glad
to be the first to welcome you here"
For a moment her hand lay in his,
and then she drew it away and al
lowed, il to fall to her side suddenly
aware of a hard CLINT that had come
into his eyes.
Il reckon you didn't hear who 1t
was shot him?" he questioned with a
pronounced draw
Nobody knows" she returned. "A
man came here and joined the out
ft. He worked here two months.
Then he disappeared and word came
TO us that Harvey Toban had been
shot We haven't heard of the man
since"
He smiled dryly. We'll" he said
evenly. still! drawing "l reckon Har-
vey ought to have took care of him
self"
With these words he seemed TO have
dismissed the subject from his mind.
He smiled pulling his pony closer to
her You'll take my horse now, he
said. KNOWN that we're goin 70 be
neighbors"
He placed one hand on his knee, the
palm upward, as an invitation to her.
She quickly placed one foot in it and
was swung lightly into the saddle.
From the pony's back she smiled
gratefully down at him. her gaze lin
gering jusS an instant longer than was
necessary Then she urged the pony
forward. leaving him standing beside
Ginger who raised his head and whin-
MED despairingly as she departed
Five minutes later when she was
we'll on her way over the plains toward
the ranch-house she heard dull re-
portland then another. She shud-
dered and covered her face with her
hands. Another FIVE minutes passed,
and then, reaching the crest of rise,
she looked back The new Triangn
lar Bar owner was coming toward her
with long, swinging strides, bearing
her saddle on his shoulder