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

bout four hours behind. an headin'
They want hurryin' none, fer they
didn't suspect they wus bein' tracked.
Well. tibet was my chance; what I'd
been campin' out yere months await
in fer. didn't expect ter git nuthin'
back. y understand; all wanted was
ter kill that damn skunk, an squar
accounts. It looked ter me then like
I he'd him on the hip. He didn't know
was in the kintry; all he'd to do
was lay out In the hills. an take pot
shot at him afore he saw me-"
And get the girl and the money"
"As God Is my witness. never
thought bout tibet. jest wanted ter
plug him. know 1t sounds sorter cow
ardly, but that fellow q a gun-fighter.
an he he'd two Injuns with him. Any
how that wus my notion. an Us soon
as Black Smoke went lopin' up the
valley, loaded up an climbed them
bluffs, to whar | he'd a good lookout
erlong the north trail. laid out thar
all night. The storm come up. an
mighty nigh froze. but snuggled down
inter Their snow an stuck. When yer
onc't get KILN freak on. yer goin'
through hell an high water ter get
yer man. Thet's how I felt. Well.
Just long bout daylight an outfit
showed up. With my eyes half froze
over. an Their storm BLOWN the snow
In my face. | couldn't see much-nuth-
In but outlines O. HOSES an men.
But thar was four O. 'em, an a big
fellow ahead breakin' trail. Course
l thought It was lie Fevre; I want
lookin' fer no one else. an soon as ]
dared, let drive. He Topped over
dead as door nail. an then popped
away a couple O. times at the others.
One fell down. an thought got
him, but didn't wait to make sure;
just turned and hoofed It fer cover.
KNOWN the storm would hide my
trail. I'd got the men I went after.
an Just materially didn't give er whoop
what became o. the rest As I went
down the bank heard 'em shootin', so
! knowed some wus alive yet an 1t
would be better fer me to crawl inter
my hole an lie still"
Hamlln sat motionless, staring at
the man, not quite able to compre-
bend his character. Killing was part
Of the western coda and he could APP
preciate Hughes eagerness for re-
venge, but the underlying cowardice
In the man was almost bewildering.
Finally he got up. swept the revolver
J on the bench into his pocket, walked
J over, and picked up the gun.
Now, Hughes" he said quietly.
I'll talk. and you listen. In my judy
ment you are miserable sneaking
cur. and am going to trust you just
30 far as l can watch you. l suppose
] ought to shoot you where you are.
and have done with It. You killed one
: of the best men who ever lived, q
! friend of mine. Sam Wasson-"
I "Who?'
Sam WATSON, a government scout"
Hughes dropped his face into his
hands.
. Good Lord! I knew him!"
l. The Sergeant drew deep breath.
: and into his face there came a look
g almost Of sympathy
I "Then you begin to realize the sort
VI iooi Jou ait, no Wthb oh bobtliy
: They don't make better men out here !;
his little finger was worth more than
l. your whole body. But killing you
won't bring Sam back, and besides
reckon you've told me the straight
story, an his shooting was an acct.
dent in a way. Then you're more use
full to me Just now alive than you
would be dead. My name is Hamlln
sergeant Seventh Cavalry, and | am
here after that man lie Fevre. We
trailed his outfit from Dodge until the
storm struck us. and then came
straight through travelling by com
pass. l did not know the mans nam,
; was lie Fevre until you told me; VI
in Kansas he is kr .wn as Dupont"
|. "That's It; that's the name he tool
when he sold the CATTLE"
"The officer robbed and killed wa
Major Mcdonald, and 1t Is his daugh
ter they hold. The fellow Dupon
quarreled with and shot was desert
er named Connors. We found tn,
body. Now where do you suppose l.
Fevre is?"
Hughes stared into the fire, nervous
ly pulling his beard.
wall, I'd say in west yere some
whar along the Cimarron. 'Tain't like
ly he had a compass. an the win
wus from the nor'east. Best the
u could do, the ponies would drift. Tn
Injuns would keep the gineral direC
10 ton, O. course, storm 'er no storm, ar
40 Gene is some plainsman himself bu
"a tibet blizzard would sheer 'em off a.
n. the same. | reckon they're under tn
n. banks ten mile. er more, up thar. Al
soon as there's change in weather
n. they'll ride fer Black Kettles CAM
Thet's my guess. mister"