The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1916-10-19

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81 wonder what dad would say to |
me today If he were alive and here"
said Duane.
"What do you think? What could
you expect of a man who never wore
glove Oh his right hand for twenty
years?"
well, he'd hardly have said much.
Dad never talked. But he would have
done lot. And guess I'll go down
town and let Cal Balm find me-"
Then followed a long silence. dur
ing which Duane sat with downcast
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
spirit which showed wherein they were
of the same blood.
you've got fast horse-the fast
est / know of in this country. After
you meet Balm hurry back home. I'll
have 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 1t
he became thoughtful man.
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 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 II in the death-grip that his fin
gers had to be pried open. 1t had
never been drawn upon any man since
it had come into Duane's possession.
But the cold, bright polish of the
weapon showed how it had been used.
Duane could draw it with inconceiv
able rapidity, and at twenty feet he
could split 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 s.eighbor
woman stood talking to a countryman
in 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 tke lot, and by far the most
prosperous, were saloons. Duane's eye
ranged down the street, taking in all
at q 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 tc
the clink of Mexican silver dollars al
a 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 the,
greeted him and returned to theil
drinks and cards. Sol White stood
with his big. red hands out upon tn,
bar; he was tall, rawboned Texan
with long mustache waxed to sharl
points.
'Howdy, Buck" was his greeting I,
+ Duane. He spoke carelessly and avert
ed his dark gaze for an instant.
"Howdy, SOL" replied Duane, slowly
, Say. Sol. / hear there's gent II
town looking for me bad"
+ Reckon there is, Buck" reptile,
White. HE came in heah ABBOTT al
, hour ago. Shore he was some rile,
an a-roarln' for gore. Told me conf
Dental a certain party had given yo
, n white silk scarf, an he was hell-ben
: on wearin' 1t home spotted red"
Anybody with him?" queried Duane
BURT an Sam Outcalt an a littl
cowpuncher / never seen before. They
all was coaxin' him to leave town. Blu
he's looked on the fiowin glass. Bucl
an he's heah for keeps"
: "why doesn't Sheriff Oaks lock hir
:. up If he's that bad?"
"Oaks went away with the rangers
!, There's been another raid at Flesher
ranch. The King Fisher gang. likel.
\ \ An so the towns shore wide open"
: Duane stalked outdoors and face
: down the street. He walked the Who'll
y length of the long block. meeting man
people-farmers, ranchers, clerk
> merchants. Mexicans. cowboys an
women. 1t was singular fact tbs
: when he turned to retrace his steI
the street was almost empty. If
was an instinct for Texans to fight,
= was also instructive for them to sens
> with remarkable quickness the sigr
II of a coming gun-play. Rumor coul
a not fly so swiftly. In less than te
: minutes everybody who had been c
q the street or in the shops knew thu
n Buck Duane had come forth to me-
r. his enemy.
Duane walked on When he can
!. to within fifty PAGES OF a saloon