The Lamar register., 1920-02-11


as the water holes also are common
property or private supply avail
able. The Circle c cattle and those
of Fendrick came down from the range
to the Del ORC 10 water at point
where the canyon walls opened to
spreading valley. This bit of meadow
Luck homesteaded and fenced on the
north side. thus cutting the cattle Of
his enemy from the river.
Cass was furious. He promptly tore
down the fence to let his cattle and
sheep through. Cullison rebuilt it, put
up a shack at a point which command
ed the approach, and set guard
upon 1t day and night. Open warfare
had ensued, and one of the sheep
herders had been beaten because he
persisted In crossing the dead line.
Now Cullison was going to put the
legal seal on the matter by making
final proof on his homestead. Cass
knew that II he did so it would prac-
tlcally put him out of business. He
would be at the mercy of his foe, who
could ruin him IL he pleased. Luck
would be In a position TO dictate terms
absolutely.
Fendrick felt that there must be
some way out of the trap If he could
only find 1t. Whenever the thought of
eating humble pie to Luck came into
his mind the rage boiled In him. He
swore he would not do 1t. Better
hundred times to see the thing out
to fighting finish.
Taking the broad-brimmed gray hat
he found on the rack Cass passed out
Of the clubhouse and into the sun
bathed street.
Cullison and his friends proceeded
down Papago street to the old plaza
where their hotel was located. All
along the route they scattered mods OF
recognition, friendly greetings and
genial banter. One of them-the man
who had formerly been the hard-rid-
ing. quick shooting sheriff Of the coun-
ty-met also scowls once or twice, to
which he was entirely Indifferent. He
had made enemies, desperate and un-
scrupulous ones. who had sworn to
wipe him from among the living, and
one of these he was now TO meet for
the first time since the man had stood
handcufred before him, livid with fury,
and had sworn to cut his heart out at
the earliest chance.
1t WAS In the lobby of the hotel that
Cullison came plump against Lutte
Blackwell. For just a moment they
stared at each other before the former
sheriff spoke.
"out again. eh, Blackwellf" he said
easily.
From the bloodshot eyes one could
have told at glance the man had
been drinking heavily. From whisky
he had imbibed a Dutch courage just
bold enough to be dangerous.
"Yes, I'm out-and back again. just
as | promised, Mr.. Sheriff." he threat
ened.
The cattleman ignored his manner.
Then I'll give you u piece OF advice
gratis. Papago county has grown
away from the old days. 1t has got
past the two-gun man. He's gone to
Join the antelope and the painted In
dian"
The fellow leaned forward, sneering
so that his ugly mouth looked like
crooked cash. How about the one
gun man. Mr.. Sheriffr'
He doesn't last long now"
Doesn't her
The mans rage boiled over. But
Luck was far and away the quicker
OF the two. His left hand shot for
ward and gripped the rising wrist, his
right caught the hairy throat and
tlghtened on II. He shook the con
vIct as II he had been a child. and
flung him, black in the face, against
the wall, where he hung, strsngling
and sputtering.
TN get you yet" the ruffian
panted. But he did not again attempt
TO reach for the weapon In his hip
pocket.
you talk too much with your
mouth"
With superb contempt Luck slapped
him. turned on his heel, and moved
away. regardless Of the raw. stark
lust to kill that was soaring this mans
elemental brain.
The paroled convict recovered mis-
breath and skunk out OF the hotel.
Billie Mackenzie. owner of the Fid-
dleback ranch. laughed even while
he dlsapproved. Some day. Luck,
you'll get yours when you are throw
ing chances at coyote like this
You'll guess your man wrong, or he'll