The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1916-11-25
CHAPTER XIII.

reached familiar country and found q
rancher who had before befriended
him. Here his arm was attended to;
he had food and sleep; and In couple
OF weeks he was himself again.
When the time came for Duane to
ride away on his endless trail his
friend reluctantly impaired the in
formation that some thirty miles south,
near the village Of Shirley, there was
posted at certain cross-road re-
ward for Buck Duane dead or alive.
Duane had heard Of such notices, but
he had never seen one. His friends
reluctance and refusal to state for
what particular deed this reward was
offered reused Duane's curiosity.
Abruptly he decided to ride over there
and find out who wanted him dead or
alive, and why.
Toward afternoon, from the top Of
long hill, Duane saw the green fields
and trees and shining roofs Of town
he considered must be Shirley. And at
the bottom Of the hill he came upon
an intersecting road. There was a
placard nailed on the cross-road sign
post. Duane drew rein near 1t and
leaned close to read the faded print.
"$1, 900 REWARD FOR BUCK
DUANE DEAD OR ALIVE" Peering
closer to read the finer, more faded
print, Duane learned that he was want
ed for the murder of Mrs. JEFF Aiken
at her ranch near Shirley. The month
September was named, but the date
was illegibIe. The reward was offered
by the woman's husband, whose name
appeared with that of a sheriff's at
the bottom of the placard.
Duane read the thing twice. When
he Strengthened he was sick with the
horror Of his fate, wild with passion
at those misguided fools who could
believe that he had harmed a woman.
A dark, passionate fury possessed
him. 1t shook him like storm shakes
the oak. When 1t passed, leaving him
cold, with clouded brow and piercing
eye, him mind was set. Squirting his
horse, he rode straight toward the
village.
Shirley appeared to be a large, pre-
tentious country town. A branch OF
some railroad terminated there. The
main street was wide, bordered by
trees and commodious houses, and
many of the stores were Of brick. A
large plaza shaded by giant cotton
wood occupied a central location.
Duane pulled his running horse and
halted him, plunging and snorting, be-
fore group Of idle men who lounged
on benches in the shade of spread
ing cottonwood. How many times had
Duane seen just that kind Of lazy
shirt-sleeved Texas group! Not often,
however, had he seen such placid,
lolling, good-natured men change their
expression, their attitude so swiftly.
His advent apparently was momentous.
They evidently took him for an I'M
usual visitor. So far as Duane could
tell, not one of them recognized him,
had hint of his identity.
He slid off his horse and threw the
bride.
SIN Buck Duane" he said. II saw
that placard-out there on sign-post
It's damn lie! Somebody find this
man JEFF Aiken. I want to see him..
His announcement was taken In alb.
solute silence. That was the only
effect he noted, for he avoided looking
at these villagers. The reason was
simple enough; Duane felt himself
overcome with emotion. There were
tears In his eyes. He sat down on q
bench, put his elbows on MS knees
and his hands to his face. For once
he had absolutely no concern for his
fate. This ignominy was the last
straw.
Presently. however, he became
aware of some kind Of commotion
among these villagers. He heard
whispering. low, hoarse voices, then
the shuttle Of rapid feet moving away
All at once q violent hand jerked his
gun from its holster. When Duane
rose a gaunt man, livid Of face. shak'
ing like a leaf, confronted him with
his own gun.
Islands up, thar, you Buck Duanev
he roared, waving the gun.
That appeared to be the cue for
pandemonium to break loose. Several
|, men lay hold Of his arms and pinioned
them behind his back. Resistance was
useless even IL Duane had had the
spirit. One Of them fetched his
halter from his saddle, and with this
they bound him helpless.
+ People were running now from the
street, the htores, the houses. Old
men, cowboys, clerks. boys, ranchers
came on the, trot The crowd grew.
The increasing clamor began to ut.
tract women as well as men. A group
Of girls ran up. then hung back In
fright and pity.
The presence of cowboys made a
difference. They split up the crowd
got to Duane, and lay hold of him
with rough, bus,nessllke hands. One
of them lifted his fists and roared al
the frenzied mob to fall back, to stop
the racket. He beat them back into O
circle; but 1t was some little tine be
fore the hubbub quieted down so o
voice could be heard.
shut up, will you-all7" he was
yelling. Give us a chance to hear
somethin'. Easy now--soho. There