Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1916-12-22

town and let Col Balm ind me. &
Then followed a long silence, dur.
ing which Duane sat with downcnst
eyes, and the uncle appeared lost In
sad thought Of the future. Presently
he turned to Duane with an expression
that denoted resignation, and yet a
spirit which showed wherein they were
Of the same blood.
"You've got q fast horse-the fast
est I know of in this country. After
you meet Balm hurry back home. I'll
have a saddlebag packed for you and
the horse ready"
With that he turned on his heel and
went into the house, leaving Duane
to revolve in his mind his singular
speech. That hour of Duane's life was
like years Of actual living, and in it
he became a thoughtful
He went into the house and inspect
ed his belt and gun. The gun was a
Colt AS, six.shot, and heavy, with an
ivory handle. He had packed it, on
and off, for five years. Before that it
had been used by his father. There
were a number Of notches filed in the
bulge of the ivory handle. This gun
was the one his father had fired twice
after being shot through the heart,
and his hand had stiffened so tightly
upon it in the deatl-grip that his fnr
gers had to be pried open. It had
never been drawn upon any man since
1t had come into Duane's possession.
But the cold, bright polish Of the
weapon showed how 1t had been used.
Duane could draw it with inconceiv-
able rapidity, and at twenty feet he
could split a card pointing edgewise
toward him.
Duane wished to avoid meeting his
mother. Fortunately. as he thought,
she was away from home. He went
out and down the path toward the
gate. The air was full of the fra
GRANGE Of blossoms and the melody Of
birds. Outside in the road a neighbor
woman stood talking to q countryman
in a wagon; they spoke to him ; and
he heard, but did not reply. Then he
began to stride down the road toward
the town.
Wellston was a small town, but i'm.
portant in that unsettled part Of the
great state because 1t was the trading
center Of several hundred miles Of ter.
ritory. On the main street there were
perhaps fifty buildings, some brick,
some frame. mostly adobe, and one-
third Of the lot, and by far the most
prosperous, were saloons. Duane's eye
ranged down the street, taking in all
at a glance. BY the time he reached
Sol Whites place. which was the first
saloon, he was walking slowly. Sew.
eral people spoke to him and turned
to look back after they had passed.
He paused at the door Of Whites sa.
loon, took a sharp survey of the int
rior, then stepped inside.
The saloon was large and cool, full
Of men and noise and smoke. The
noise ceased upon his entrance, and
the silence ensuing presently broke to
the clink Of Mexican silver dollars at
4 monte table. All eyes except those
Of the Mexican gamblers were turned
upon Duane. Several of the cowboys
and ranchers present exchanged
glances. Duane had been weighed by
unerring Texas instinct, by men who
all packed guns. The boy was the
son Of his father. Whereupon they
greeted him and returned to their
drinks and cards. Sol White stood
with his big, red hands out upon the
bar he was a tall. rawboned Texan,
with a long mustache waxed to sharp
points.
"Howdy, Buck" was his greeting to
Duane. He spoke carelessly and avert
ed his dark gaze for an instant.
"Howdy, SOL" replied Duane, slowly.
"Say, Sol. / hear there's q gent in
town looking for me bad"
"Reckon there Is, Buck" replied
White. HE came in heah ABBOTT an
hour ago. Shore he was some riled
an ~a-roarin' for gore. Told me conf
Dental a certain party had given you
a white SILK scarf, I'M ihe was heii-Dent
on wearin' it home spotted red"
Anybody with him?" queried Duane.
sBurt an Sam aOutcalt an a little
cowpuncher I never seen before. They
all was coaxin' him to leave town. But
he's looked on the iowin' glass, Buck,
an he's heah for keeps"
"Why doesn't Sheriff Oaks lock him
up IL he's that bad7"
"Oaks went away with the rangers.
There's been another raid at Fleshers
ranch. The King Fisher gang, likely.
An 81 the towns shore wide open"
Duane stalked outdoors and faced
down the street. He walked the whole
length Of the long block, meeting many
people-farmers, ranchers, clerks,
merchants. Mexicans, cowboys and
women. 1t was q singular fact that
when he turned to retrace his steps
the street was almost empty. II 1t
was an instinct for Texans to fight, 1t
was also instructive for them to sense
With remarkable s.!e!.nesss the signs
Of a coming gun-play. Rumor could
not fly so swiftly. In less than ten
minutes everybody who had been on
the street or In the shops knew that
Buck Duane had come forth to meet
his enemy.
Duane walked y When he came
to within fifty PAGES Of a saloon he
swerved out into the middle Of the
street, stood there for a moment, then
went ahead and back to the sidewalk.
He passed on In this way the length
Of the block. Sol White was standing
a.. AZ. 1.~-4~R ~ snYnnu III Afyas
"Buck, I'm a-tippin' you of" he said,
quick and low-v0iced. ""Cal Bain's over
~ TIyerall,s. II he's a-huntip' YOU bad,