Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-02-06

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out eagerly.
Has yours an l.. @. stamped IN The
sweat band?" Bolt asked with smile
II know you amt his friend Nick
But you want TO be fair to him even Is
he did oppose your election" Macken
zie laid an appealing hand on the knee
of the man seated opposite him
I'm sheriff of Papago county. II
doesn't make any difference who
worked for or against me, Billie.
was elected. and I'm going to enforce
the law. BY the way, I've got to pay
for some supplies this morning. Can
you cash check for a hundred?"
II reckon So" Mackenzie drew from
his pocket the roll Cullison had given
him two hours before. He peeled Ave
twenties from 1t. The sheriff observed
that the prevailing denomination was
the same.
Get these from LuckY" he asked
|. carelessly.
the suspicion grew on him that he had
been trapped again.
"Why do you ask?"
Because II happens the bills stolen
from the w. & s. were all twenties"
From the office of the sheriff, Mac
kenzie wandered to the club in search
of Luck. He was thoroughly dispirited,
both dreaded to meet Luck, and yet
was anxious to do so.
Cullison had left the club, but Alec
Flandrau was still there. Billie drew
him into corner, and learned that
Luck had just settled with him.
Anyone see him give II to you,
! Alec?"
mo. He took me upstairs to the
library and paid me-"
"In bills?"
"Yes--in twenties."
"For Gods sake. don't tell anybody
that" In dozen jerky sentences the
owner Of the Fiddleback told Flandrau
of the suspicious Of the sheriff.
Together they went in search Of
Luck. But though they looked for
him all day, he was not to be found
The last that had been seen of him
Luck was walking along the plaza
toward the hotel, not hundred and
fifty yards from the latter. dozen
men had spoken to him In the distance
of block. But he had not been seen
to reach his hotel. He had not called
for his room key. Somehow he had
vanished, and none could tell how or
where.
| To Bolt his disappearance was as
good as confession Of guilt. He
searched Luck's room at the hotel.
Among other things, he found an old
envelope with interesting data pen
ciled on II.
Before nightfall the word was whis-
pered all over Saguache that Luck
Cullison, pioneer cattleman and for
mer sheriff, was suspected of the w.
& s. express robbery and had fed to
save himself from arrest. At first men
marveled that one so well known and
so popular, one who had been so prom
inent. In affairs. could be suspected of
such crime. but as they listened to
the evidence and saw IL fall like
blocks OF building into place, the
| conviction grew that he was the
masked bandit wanted by the sheriff.
Red-headed Bob Cullison finished
making the diamond hitch and proudly
called his cousin Kate to inspect the
packhorse.
"You never saw the hitch thrown
better, Sis" he Dragged. boyllke
Uncle Luck says | do 1t well as he
can"
ITS fine, Bob" his cousin agreed,
with the proper enthusiasm In her
dark eyes you'll have to teach me
how 10 do 1t one of these days"
She was In khaki riding skirt, and
she pulled herself to the saddle Of her
own horse. From this position she
gave him final instructions before leav-
ing.
II had been on Wednesday morning
that Luck Culllson disappeared from
the face of the earth. Before twenty
four hours the gossip was being wills
pered In the most distant canons OF
Papago county. The riders of the
Circle @ knew 1t. but none of them
had yet told either Bob or Kate.
Now 1t was Friday morning and
Kate was beginning to wonder why
her father did not call her up. Could
II be that Soapy Stone was pulling Off
his train robbery at Tin Cup and her
father so busy that he could not take
time to ride to telephone station?
She did not like to leave the ranch just
now, even for a few hours, but other
business called her away Sweeney
was holding down the fort at the Del
Orc against Hendricks sheepherders
and his weekly supply of provisions
had to be taken to him. Since she
wanted to see with her own eyes how
things were getting along at the canon,
she was taking the supplies in person.
She rode from sunlight into shadow
and from shadow to sunlight again,
winding along the hill trail that took
her toward the Del ORC. After hours
of travel she came to the saddle from
which one looked down to the gap In
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