The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1920-02-12
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or n deputy sheriff. That's certainly
funny"
'For all know yet you may be
one"
II never did see anyone with dis
position so dark-complected as yours.
If you won't put them suspicious to
sleep I'll have to table my cards."
From his pocket he drew copy of the
Saguache Sentinel and showed her a
marked story. Maybe that will ex-
plain what I'm doing up on Dead
Cow"
This Is what Laura London read:
"From Mesa comes the news of an
other case Of bold and hagrant
rtStling. On Friday night n bunch OF
horses belonging to the Bar Double Nj
we're rounded up and driven across
the mountains to this city. The
stolen animals were sold here this
morning. after which the buyers set
out at once for the border and the
thieves made themselves scarce. 1t
!s claimed that the rustlers were mem
6erS Of the notorious SOapy Stone out
at. Two of the four were identified, 1t
Is alleged, as William Cranston. gen
orally known as Bad BILL and q
young vaquero called Curly Flandrnu.
"In case the guilty parties are ap-
pretended the Sentinel hopes an ex-
ample will be made Of them that will
deter others of like stamp from a
practice that has of late been far too
tn
In cycles. Just now the southern tier
OF counties appears to he suffering
from such a sporadic attack. Let all
good men combine to stamp 1t out
The time has passed when Arizona
must stand as n synonym for anar
chy."
She looked up at the young man
breathlessly, her pretty lips parted.
her dilated eyes taking him in solemn
ly. a question tremblcd on her lips.
"Are you this man mentioned here?
What's his name-'Curly' F'landrau?"
Eyes"
"And you're rustler? Why do
men do such thngs?" letting the hands
that held the paper drop into her lap
helplessly. You don't look bad. Any
one would think"
Her sentence tailed out and died
away. She was still looking at Curly
but lie could see that her mind had
flown to some one else. He would
have bet n months pay that she was
thinking Of another lad who was wild
but did not look bad.
Flandrau rose and walked round the
table to her. "Much obliged, Miss
Laura. I'll shake hands on that with
you. You've guessed 1t. Course, me
being so notorious | hate to admit il
but l ain't bad any more than he is"
She gave him II quick shy look.
"YOu mean this Bad BillT"
"YOu know who | mean, all right.
His name is Sam CulliSon. And you
needn't to tell me where he is. I'll
find him."
II know you don't mean any harm
to him." But she said it rs If she
were pleading with him.
"C'rect. 1 don't. Can you tell me
how to get to S"apy stones ranch
from here, Miss London?"
She laughed. Her doubts were van
ishing like mist before the sunshine
Good guess. At least he was there
the last | heard"
"And | expect your information Is
pretty recent"
That drew another little laugh, ac-
companied by a blush.
Don't you think have told you
enough for one day, Mr.. Flandrau?"
THAT Mr. sounds too solemn. My
friends call me Curly" he let her
know.
She remembered that he was n
stranger and Il ruStlcr and she drew
up stilly. This pleasant young fellow
was too familiar.
"If you take this trail to the scrub
pines above, then keep due north for
about four miles. you'll strike the
creek again. Just follow the trail
along 1t to the horse ranch"
With that she turned on her heel
and walked into the kitchen.
Curly had not meant to be "fresh."
He was always ready for fOOlery With
the girls, but he was not the sort tC
20 too far Now he blamed himself
for having moved too fast. He had of
Tended her sense Of what vas the
proper thing.
There was nothing for ii bur to sad
die and take the road.
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