Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1915-04-23

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stoica. voice. II tell We 1 amt quite
through with We yet. In due an proper
time I'll see that We get yer ticket"
Then he added. with conciliating SOFT
ness: We've been friends long
while. Let's talk this thing over be.
fore we fall out"
Thar hain't nothin' to talk over"
stormed Aaron. "Ye're Jest tryin' ter
kill time till the boys gifts hyar, and
then l reckon We lows ter have me kilt
like yer've had me kill them others.
Hit amt no use. I've done sent em
away. When they gifts back hyar,
either you'll be In hell, or I'll be on my
way outen the mountings."
Samson stood rigid. Here was the
confession Of one murderer. with no
denial s:c:c the other. The truce was
OH. Why should he wait? Cataracts
seemed to thunder in his brain. and
yet he stood there, his hand in his coat
pocket, clutching the grip of maya
zine pistol. Samson South the old, and
Samson South the new were writhing
in the life-and-death grapple of two
codes. Then, before decision came.
he heard sharp report inside, and
the heavy fall of body to the floor.
A wildly excited figure came plung-
ing through the door, and Samson's
left hand swept out and seized its
shoulder in q sudden wise grip.
DO you know me?" he inquired, as
the mountaineer pulled away and
crouched back with startled surprise
and vicious frenzy.
NO. damn We! Git outen my road!"
Aaron thrust his cooked rife close
against the strangers face. From
! its muzzle came the acrid stencil Of
freshly burned powder. Cit outen my
road afore / kills YET"
MY name is Samson South"
Before the astounded finger on the
trigger could be crooked. Samson's
pistol spoke from the pocket. and. ~
though in echo. the rifle blazed, a little
too late and shade too high, over his
head. as the dead mans arms went up.
Except for those two reports there
was No sound. Samson stood still. an
ticfpating an uproar' Of alarm. Now
he should doubtless have to pay with
his life for both the deaths. which
would inevitably and logically be at
tributed to his agency. But, strangely
enough. no clamor arose. The shot in
side had been muffled, and those out.
side, broken by the intervening store.
did not arouse the house. Purvy's
bodyguard had been sent away by Hol-
lis on false alarm. Only the women
folks" and children remained indoors.
and they were drowning with piano
any sounds that might have come from
without.
Now Samson South stood looking
down. uninterrupted, on what had been
Aaron Hollis as 1t lay motionless at
his feet. There was a powder-burned
hole in the butternut shirt. and only
a slender thread of blood trickled into
the dirt-grimed cracks between the
planks.
Samson turned to the darkened door.
way. Inside was emptiness, except for
the other body, which had crumpied
forward and face down across the
counter. A glance showed that Jesse
Purvy would no more fight back the
coming Of death. He was quite un.
armed
Samson paused only for a momen.
tary survey. His score was clean. He
would not again have to agonize over
the dilemma of old ethics and new
Tomorrow the word would spread like
wildfire along Misery and Crippleshin
that Samson South was back and that
/! his coming had been signalized by
/; these two deaths. The fact that he
I; was responsible for only one-and that
/; in self-defense-would not matter
{ They would prefer to believe that he
had invaded the store and killed Purvy
/; and that Hollis had fallen in his mas.
/: ter's defense at the threshold. Sam.
I: son~went eut,~ still meeting no one, and
I; continued his journey.
(; Dusk was falling when he hitched
; his horse in clump of timber, and,
+: lifting his saddlebags, began climbing
!. to cabin that sat back in thicketed
/: cove. He was now well within South
/: territory and the need of masquerade
I: had ended.
The cabin had not tor years been oc.
/: cupied. Its rooftree was leaning
askew under rotting shingles. The
(: doorstep was UNCOVERED. and the
/. stones of the hearth were broken. But
/: it lay we'll hidden and would serve his
purposes.
Shortly. a candle nickered inside,
before a small hand mirror Scissors
: and safety razor we're for while
. busy. The man who entered in i'm.
peccable clothes emerged fifteen min.
: utes later-transformed. There ap-
peared under the rising June crescent
smooth-faced native, clad in stained
store clothes, with rough wooden socks
showing at his brogan tops, and a
battered felt hat drawn over his face.
No one who had known the Samson