Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-02-20

'''""'Ne' Out vi ten tnOusnMi men
there were none whose voice drummed
on her heortstrings as did that of this
youth
Two men sat In log cabin on oppo-
site sides Of cheap table. One of them
was Immersed In newspaper. His
body waS relaxed, his mind apparently
at ease. The other watched him
INDEPENDENTLY. His fingers caressed the
handle OF u revolver that protruded
from the holster al his side. He would
have liked nothing better than to have
drawn II and sent bullet crashing
into the unperturbed brain of his prls-
oner.
There were reasons of policy why
II were better to curb this fascinating
desire, but sometimes the Impulse to
XIII surged up almost uncontrollably.
On these occasions Luck Cullison was
usually "devlllng" him. the only diver
sion that had been open to the ranch.
man for some days past.
From time to time as Luck read he
commented genially on the news.
Blackwell merely scowled Given his
way, Culllson would not be here to
read the Sentinel. But the brains OF
the conspiracy had ruled otherwise
and insisted, too, upon decent treat
ment. With one ankle securely tied to
n leg of the table there was no danger
in freeing the hands of the cattleman,
but his hosts saw that never for an in
slant were hands and feet at liberty to-
gether. For this man was not the one
with whom to take chances.
Culllson read on:
Lieutenant O'Connor Of the Arl-
iona rangers left town today for
short trip into the hills, where he eX
poets to spend few days hunting.
Hunting what, do you reckon? Or
hunting who. should say. Ever meet
Bucky OConnor Blackwell? No, ]
reckon not. He's since your time. A
crackerjack, too! Wonder IL Bucky
amt after some friends of miner"
"Shut up" growled the other.
"Sure you'll shut up-when Bucky
lands on YOU" retorted Luck cheerful
HELL WIN Suuuch NhOOPs
"Hello, here's personal to your ad-
dress. Listen. The friends of L. G.
serve notice that what occurred at the
Jack of Hearts is known. Any violence
hereafter done To him will be paid for
to the limit. No guilty man will es-
cape SO the boys are getting busy.
l figured they would be-"
The former convict leaned forward
angrily. "Lemme see that paper"
His guest handed 1t over, an index
finger pointing out the item. Large
as life, Blackwell. No, sir. You CO.
tainly didn't ride herd proper on that
opportunity"
Don't be too sure it's gone, Mr..
Sheriff"
They've got you dead to rights.
Read that personal again. Learn 1t
by heart. The friends Of l.. G. give
warning You better believe they're
rounding up your outfit. They know
I'm alive. They know all about the
Jack of Hearts. Pretty soon they'll
know where you've got me hidden"
you'd better pray they won't. For
II they find the nest 1t will be empty.
Look out of that window behind YOU"
Luck turned. The cabin was built
on ledge far up on the mountain
side. From the back wall sloped for
hundred feet an almost perpendic-
ular slide of rock.
There's prospect hole down
there" Blackwell explained savagely.
you'd go down the Devils Slide
what's left of you, | mean-deep into
that prospect hole. The tmberings
are rotted and the whole top of the
working ready to cave I'm. When your
body hits 1t there will be an avalanche
with Mr.. Former-Sherlff Cullison at
the bottom of 1t. You'll be buried
without any funeral expenses, and /
reckon your friends will never know
where to put the headstone."
The thing was devillshly simple and
feasible. Luck, still looking out of
the window. felt the blood run cold
down his spine for he knew this fell
low would never stick at murder II
he felt It would be safe.
80 you see I'm right; you'd better
pray your friends won't find you.
They can't reach here without being
heard. If they get to hunting these
hills you sure want to hope they'll
stay cold, for just MS soon as they get
warm II will be the signal for you to
shoot the chutes,"
Luck met his triumphant savagery
with an impressive face. Interesting
IL true. And where will you be when
my friends arrive? reckon II won't
be pleasant meeting for Mr.. Black
we'll"
"Ill be headed for Mexico. tell
you because you amt liable to go
around spreading the news. There's
horse saddled in the dip back OF the
hill crest. Get IT."
From far below there came through
the open window the faint click of a
horses hOofs ringing against the
stones In the dry bed Of a river wash.
Swiftly Blackwell moved to the door,
taking down a rifle from its rack as