The Tomahawk., 1916-09-14
CHAPTER XIII.

How long Duane was travelling out
Of that region he never knew. But he
reached familiar country and found a
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 a 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
a 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
placard nailed on the cross-road sign
post. Duane drew rein near it and
leaned close to read the faded print.
ISL 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 iuegible. The reward was offered
by the woman's husband, whose name
appeared with that Of sheriffs 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. It shook him like storm shakes
the oak. When it 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 large, pre-
tentious country town. A branch OF
some railroad terminated there. The
main street was wide, bordered by
trees and commodious houses, anu
many of the stores were of brick, A
large plaza shaded by giant cotton
wood occupied central location.
Duane pulled his running horse ana
halted him, plunging and snortins, be-
fore a group Of idle men who loungeo
OH benches in the shade of a 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
bridle..
I'm Buck Duane" he said. II saw
that placard-out there on q sign-post.
It's a damn lie! Somebody find this
man jeff Aiken. I want to see him."
His announcement was taken in ab-
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
bench, put his elbows on his 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 a violent hand jerked his
gun from it's holster. When Duane
rose gaunt man, ivid Of face, shak-
ing like q leaf, confronted him with
his own gun.
Glands up, thar, you Buck Duane"
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 if 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 stores, the houses. Old
men, cowboys, clerks, boys, ranchers
came ON the trot. The crowd grew.
The increasing clamor began to ut
tract women as we'll as men. A group
of girls ran up, then hung back in
fright and pity.
The presence of cowboys made
difference. They split up the crowd,
got to Duane, and lay hold Of him
with rough, businesslike hands. One