The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1913-02-06

regretfully wall, we,-thar wus
four O. us,--hoofed it east till we
struck some ranchers on Cow Crlcks
and got the loan O some ponies. Then
| struck out to locate the main herd
1t didn't take me long, stranger, 10
discover thar want no herd to locate
But | struck their trail, whar La
Fevre had driven EN- up into MISSOURI
and cashed in fer pot O money
Then the damn cuss just match ally
vanished plugged bout fer two er
three months hopin ter ketch up WITH
him, but | never did. | heerd tell o
him onc't or twice, an caught on ne
was travelin' under nuther name
some durn French contraction-but
thets as much as ever did find out
Finally, up in Independence | wus so
durn near broke | reckoned Id better
put what | he'd left in grub stake.
an drift back yere. | tggered thes
maybe | could pick up some o those
Injun cattle again, and maybe some
mavericks, an 50 start nuther herd.
Anyhow | could lie low fer while.
believin' LIE E'eyre was sure ter come
back soon as ne thought the coast
wus clear. knew then he an koleta
was in cahoots an he'd be headln' this
way after the stock. So | come down
yere quiet, an laid fer him to show
up"
What them"
"Nuthin' much, till yesterday. I got
tergether some COWS, herded down
river a ways. out o sight in the bluffs,
but hey he'd ter keep mighty quiet
ter save my hair. Thes Cheyennes are
sure piSen this year, an ratsin' Cain
| never see EN- so rambunctiOus
afore But hung on yere, hidin' out,
cause didn't hev nowhar else ter go.
An Yesterday, just ahead O. the bliz-
zard, kiowa buck drifted in yere.
Slipped down the bluff, an caught me
fore ever saw him Never laid eyes
on the red afore but he was friendly
'nough, match ally mistakin' me fer
one O. lie Fevre's herders. His name
was Black Smoke, an he couldn't
talk no English worth mentionin, but
we made out to understan' each other
in Mex He WIS too darn hungry and
tiredJo talk much anyhow. But | got
what wanted to know out O. him"
We'll, go on, Hughes, you are max
ing long story out of It,
The rest is short 'nough 1t seems
he an OIL koleIa, an a young Chey-
enne buck, had been hangin' round
across the river from Dodge fer quite
a while waitin' fer lie Fevre to pull
off some sorter stunt. Maybe l didn't
get just the straight o it, but anyhow
they held up a paymaster, er some
thing like that, fer big Doodle. They
expected to do it quiet like, hold the
off Ger a day er so out in the desert,
an then turn him loose to howl. But
them plans didn't just exactly work
The fellows daughter was with him,
when the pinch was made, an they
he'd to take her long too. Then the
officer man got ugly, an had to be
shot, an lie Fevre Quarrelled with tha
other white man in the outfit, an
killed him. That left the gal on their
! hands, an them all in a hell of fix
! if they wus ever caught. The young
! Iniuns wanted to kill the gal too, an
| shet her mouth. but somehow LIE
Fevle an koleta wouldn't hear to it
said shed be worth more alive than
dead, an that they could hide her
whar she'd never be heard Of ag'fn
unless her friends put up money to
| buy her back"
Harllin was leaning forward, watch
ing the speaker intently. and 1t seem
ed to him his heart had stopped beat.
ing. This story had the semblance
OF truth: it was the truth. so Dupont
and lie Feyre were one and the same.
He could believe this now, could per
ceive the resemblance, although thu
man had grown older, taken on flesh,