The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1916-12-28

up while was tallsin' to lady and
butted into polite conversation like a
drunken Swedc at Il dance? Say. you |
think I'd "a ever let you got this far II |
there hadn't been lady present?
Why. you little. nickel plated. rubber
cared policeman. | was doin' the dou-
BILE roll with a pair of Colts 45's when
you was learnin' the taste Of milk"
'"That'I he about all for you" said
the sheriff, grlnning.
mo. it amt You aint takin' me
serious. and there's where you're max.
In your mistake. I'm touchy about
some things. Mr. Pussyfoot | could
a got you three times while you was
ridin' down that trail. and wouldn't
"a had to stop talkin' to do 1t And
you with that little old gun out before
you even seen me-
"Vhy didn't you. then?" asked Ten
low, restraining his anger, for Louise.
in spite of herself. had smiled at Over
lands somewhat picturesque resent
ment. why didn't you, then?'
"Huh!" snorted Overland scornfully.
DO you suppose I'd start anything
with lady around? That amt my
style. You're kid. You'll get hurt
some day"
Deputy Tenlow scowled. He was a
big man. slow of tongue. ordinarily
genial and proverbially stupid. He
knew the tramp was endeavoring to
anger him. The deputy turned to Lou
ise. Sorry, Miss L.acharme. but got
to take him."
, There's really nothing to hinder. Is
thereT Louise asked sweetly.
The tramp glanced Ny, addressing
, the deputy. "fes, even now there Is
something to hinder If l was to gel
busy" Then he coolly dropped his
arms and leaned against the rock witt
one leg crossed before the other In
O manner sometimes supposed to renec
social ease and elegance But In
game to take what's comm. II you'll
Just stick me up and extract the q
automatic I'm packin' on my hip
and. believe me, she's bad Cat whel
l. she's in action-why, III feel lots bet
ter The little gun might get to shoot
In by herself, and then somebod
would get hurt sure. You see. I'm giV
u in you oil the chance you want to tax
IL me without gettin' mussed up. II
n nervous about firearms anyhow.
Il Deputy Dick Tenlow advanced an
, secured the gun.
"Now," said Overland Red. heavin
a n sigh. NOW, amt ashamed to loo
Il gun in the face. You sec, miss, 4
added. turning to address the girl,
:" was sheriff of Abilene once in the O
red eve, rumpus days. ] have plan
ed some citizens in my time You Sc
kind of owe the ones l did plant
. silent apology for lettin this he
Il chicken rancher get me SO. easy.
Y, You talk big" said Tenlow, laug
ID Ing. who was you when you WI
IN sheriff Of Abilene, eh?'
Is lack Summers. sometimes call'
IL Red Jack Summers" replied OVERLAP
H. quietly, and he looked the deputy
the eye.
~ Jack Summersr'
III Overland nodded. Take it or lea
III It. You'll find out some day. And nc
cA you got some excuse for packin' 81
- round these here peaceful hills al
valleys the rest Of your life. You to
nss Jack Summers. and there amt goin'
~ be q funeral"
49, Something about the tramp's mann
y" inclined the deputy to believe that
W. had spoken the truth. "Al right st
I Tenlow; Just step ahead. Don't I
'e the brush or I'll drop you
~ ~ Course you would" said Overlar
~. stepping ahead of the deputy's POI
ua But the bunch you're takin' ord'
- from don't want me dead: they wa
me alive. | amt no good all shot
r. You ought to know that.
~, II know there's Il thousand doli'
reward for you. | need the money.
nj Overland Red grinned. ITS agai
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