The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1917-01-13

Inyon County outlaw, came In.
Saunders stepped to the bar and
called for "one round"
AS they drank. two more ponies
clattered up and 'Lige and Joe
Kennedy Joined the group at the
bar. Hutch and Simpson are
comm afoot," said Joe Kennedy
Saunders paid for the liquor
and stepping to the table, sat with
his back to the doorway. In front
OF him lay his guns, placed handi-
ly, but with studied carelessness.
From outside came the jingle OF
spurs and the distant sound OF
voices. Then came the gritting OF
heels on the hard-panned trail and
Overland Red stood in the door.
way.
According to the ethics of gun
men, Saunders was not armed. He
was not packing iron" His
weapons lay on the table within
reach. but he knew Overland
would not precipitate matters by
shooting him down where he sat
Saunders shot from the hip
swinging his guns sideways. The
stutter of Overland's automatics
mingled with the road of Saun-
ders' heavy Colts.
Saunders slide from his chair
coughed horribly, and wilted to
the floor. Overland backed to-
ward the door, both guns leveled
Sage threw two shots at Over
land, who replied with a ripping
tattoo of the automatics. The Inyo
County outlaw sank to his hands
and knees. Then Overland leaped
through the doorway. The Moon.
stone riders spurred toward the
saloon. Overland tried to stoI
them, but they were hot for fight
TITS a clean up!" yelled Parks
running out of the saloon and
mounting his horse. you framed
1t, you red-headed-" He got nc
further. Brand Williams, thun-
dering down at the head of the
Moonstone riders, threw a Level
shot that cut through Parks, who
wavered, but managed to wheel
his horse and fire at Overland
Red. Then the outlaw slide from
the saddle, clawing at It as he
fell.
The Gophertown men poured
from the saloon, and, Selling their
ponies, circled around the back
of the building. firing as they re-
treated.
Miguel spurred his big pinto in
among them and emptied his gun.
Billy Dime coolly sat his horse
and drew fine" at each shot, till
a leaden slug drilled his gun-arm
Williams, keeping under cover,
fired slowly and with great pre-
cision. Overland Red, utterly I'M
able to manage the Yuma colt I'M
der fire, rode up to Williams.
Lets call 1t off. Brand. got my
man. They was no need of the
rest of it."
81 counted five Gophers down.
Billy's hit, and Miguel's goin' to
be, the little fool. Look at him!"
The Gophertown men were
drawing away toward the canyon.
They turned occasionally to throw
a shot at Miguel and Pars Long,
who followed them.
Bud Light sat his horse, gazing
solemnly at the stump of his gun
finger. His shirt was spattered
with blood.
Suddenly Williams raised a
shrlll call. The Moonstone boys
wheeled their ponies and rode to-
ward him. Williams pointed up
the canyon. Down 1t rode a
group of men who seemed to be
undecided in their movements.
They would spur forward and
then check and circle, apparently
waiting for their friends to come
up to them.
TITS the rest OF the Gopher
town outfit. We might as we'll
beat IT," said Williams. "This
here things gettin' too popular all
to once"
None of the Moonstone boys
had supposed that Overland Red
was hit. He rode joyfully and
even began a poem to the oc-
casion. Williams was the first
to notice that Overland's speech
was growing thick and that his
free hand ciasped the saddle
horn.
The others, riding o little to the
rear, burst suddenly into bolster
GUS laughter. what do you
think, Brandt" called Pars Long.
Buds jest been countin' his fin
ers and he says there is one miss
In"
Some lucky It amt his head"
replied Williams.
II paid twelve sweaty plunks
for her In Los and look at hsr!"
cried Pars Long, doffing his SON.
brero. The high crown was lit
araI1y uhnt 10 ,taoo.