The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1913-12-02

THAT will do, friend!" Hamlin's
voice rang stern.
"Stand as you are-your gun is ly.
ing on the bench yonder, Rather
careless OF you In this country. No,
/ wouldn't risk 1t II l was you; this
is hair trigger"
The fellow stared helpless into the
Sergeant's gray eyes.
| "Who-who the hell are your" he
managed to articulate hoarsely, "a
q soldier?"
Hamlln nodded. willing enough to
let the other talk.
"You're-you're not one o Le-
Fevre's outfit?"
"Whose?"
Gene lie Fevre-the damn skunk;
you know him?"
Startled as he was, the sergeant
held himself firm. and laughed.
IL reckon there isn't any one by
that name a friend O. mine," he said
coolly. 80 you're free to relieve
your feelings as far as I'm concerned.
Were you expecting that gent along
this trail?"
eyes, I was, an 'twa'n't no pleas
ant little reception / lowed to give
him neither. Say! Wouldn't yer just
as soon lower tibet shootin' iron? We
amt got no call to quarrel 30 fur as
I kin see."
maybe not, stranger" and Ham.
lin leaned back against the table. low.
ering his weapon slightly, AZ he
elanced watchfully about the room.
"but I'll keep the gun handy just the
same until we understand each other
Anybody else in this neighborhood"
"Not unless It's lie Fevre. an his
OUTFIT"
"Then I reckon you did tho shoot
ing out there bit ago?"
The man shuffled uneasily, but the
sergeant's right hand came to level.
ibid your"
II s'pose thar amt no use O. deny
} in It," reluctantly, cycling the gun In
/ the corner, but l didn't mean to
, shoot up no outfit but lie Fevre's. So
, help me, l didn't! The DANCED snow
, was 80 thick l couldn't see nohow. but
, never s'posed any one was on the
I trail 'cept him. Thar amt been no
: white man long yere in three months,
I Didn't hit none of yer, did II"
? Eyes, you did," returned Hamlin
!. slowly, striving to hold himself In
3 check "You killed one of the best
|. fellows that ever rode these plains
, you sneaking coward, you. Shot him
4 dead, with his back to you. Now, see
here, it's a throw of the dice with
me whether fill you full Of lead, oil
let you go. l came In here intending
to kill you. If you were the cur who
shot US up. But I'm willing to lister
to what you have got to say. I'm some
g on the fight, but plain murder dom
d appeal to me. How is It? Are yol
s ready to talk? Spit it out. mani"
, "In tell yer jest how 1t was"
q do it my way then; answe
d straight what I ask you. Who ar
70 you? What are you doing here?"
D. kin / sit down."
If Eyes; make 1t short now; all
l. want is facts"
n oval, my name Is Hughes-Je'
u Hughes; ulster hang out around Sal
n Antoine, an hev been mostly In tn
y COW business. The last five years IL
r. Fevre an / hev been grain cattle II
d between yere an Buffalo Creek"
q "Partners?"
ir oval, by God! thought so, till JUS
" lately" his voice rising. Anyhow,
t. he'd bunch O. money in on the dea
~ though I'll be darned II / know jus
le what's become o. 1t. Yer see, stranger
u Gene he'd the inside O. this Inju
Q. business, beln' as he's sorter squa'
q man"
ID What" interrupted the othe
H. sharply. do you mean he marie
20 into one of the tribes?"
B. "Sorter left-handed-yep; a Che!
81 enne woman. Little thing like tha
10 didn't faze Gene none, IL he did hav
TX a white wife-a blamed good-iooke
ID she was too. She was out here ono
OF three years ago, bout a week mayb
10 Course she didn't know nothin' bot
H. the squaw, an the Injuns was a
ie huntin' down In the Wichitas. 81
as / was sayin', Gene caught on
20 this yere Injun war last spring
reckon OIL Koleta. his Injun father-i
Mt law, likely told him what wus brewl
~ he's sorter a warchief. Anyhow /
Or knew tibet hell was to pay, an so "
III materially gathered up our long-horr
Of an drove 'em east whar they wouldn
h. be raided. We didn't git all the cri
~ ers rounded up, as we wus In
y, hurry. an they wus scattered son
ne cause of hard winter. So | con
ed back yere to round up the rest
d. Their bunch"
hit And brand few outsiders"
,h He grinred.
he Maybe / wasn't over-particula
he but anyhow / got thousand he;
~ together by the last o. June, an b
Is the trail with 'em. Then hell su
It, broke loose. Fore we'd got tn
a bunch o. cattle twenty mile dov
lis the Cimarron we wus rounded up
or gang O. Cheyenne Injuns, headed
n that ornery Koleta. and every horn
ID 'em drove off. Thar want no figh