Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1916-05-31

utes everybody who had beer on tn,
street or in the shops knew that Bucl
Duane had come forth to meet hi
enemy.
Duane walked on. Wren ne cam,
to within so PAGES Of a saloon h,
swervcd into the middle of The street
stood there for q moment. then wen
ahead and back to the sidewalk. III,
passed on in this way the length of TIL,
block. Sol White was standing in tn,
doc OF his saloon.
Buck, I'm a-tippin' You OFF," h
said. quick and low voiced. Call Balm.
over at EveralIs. IL he's albumin yol
bad, as he brags. he'n show there.
Duane crossed the street II started
down. Notwithstanding Whites state
cry door. Nothing happened, and he
traNersed almost the whole length OF
the block without seeing a person
Everalls place was on the corner.
Duane knew himself to be cold
steady. He was conscious of a strange
fury that made him want to leap ahead.
He seemed to long for this
more than anything he had ever want
ed. But, vivid as We're his sensations,
he felt as If in a dream.
Before he reached Everall's he heard
loud voices. one of which was raised
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ward as if impelled by a vigorous hand.
A DOW legged cowboy wearing woody
chaps burst out upon the sidewalk. At
sight of Duane he seemed to bound into
the air, and he uttered a savage oar
Duane stopped in his tracks at the
dozen rods from Everall's door.
1T Balm was drunk he did not show
1t IN his movement. He staggered for
ward. rapidly closing up the gap Red,
sweaty, disheveled, and hatless, his face
distorted and expressive of the most
sinister figure. He had already killed
a man. and this showed in his de-
meanor. His hands were extended be-
fore him, the right hand a little lower
than the left. At every step he bel
lowed his rancor in speech mostly
curses. Gradually he slowed his walk,
then halted. A good % PAGES separat-
ed h men.
Won't nothin' make you draw, you
-" ne shouted, fiercely.
I'm waitin' on you. Cal" replied
Duane.
Bain's right hand stiffened-moved.
Duane threw his gun as a boy throws
a ball underhand-a draw his father
had taught lin. He pulled twice, his
shots almost as one. Bain's big Colt
doomed while it was pointed downward
and he was falling. His bullet scat
lered aust ana gravel at Duane'S feet.
He fell loosely, without contortion.
In a flash all was reality for Duane.
He went forward and held his gun
ready for the slightest movement on
the part of Balm. But Balm lay upon
his back, n all that moved were his
breast and his eyes. How strangely the
red had left his face-and also the dis
tortion! The devil that had showed in
Balm was one He was sober and con-
scious. He tried to speak. but failed.
HIS eyes expressed something pitifully
human. They changed-rolled-set
blankly.
Duane drew a deep breath and
sheathed his gun. He felt calm and
cool, glad the fray was over. One vio-
lent expression burst from him: 1.-The
fool!"
When he looked up there were men
around him.
plumb CENTER" said one.
Another, a cowboy who evidently had
just left the gaming table, leaned down
and pulled open Bain's shirt. He had
the ace Of spades in his hand. He laid
1T on Bain's breast, and the black fig
ure on the card covered the two bullet
holes just over Bain's heart.
Duane wheeled and hurried away.
He heard another man say:
Reckon Cal got what he deserved.
Buck Duane's first gun play. Like ia
Their like son!"