Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1921-09-23
By
Hapsbu rg
Liebe


gripped two of the doors hated bars
fbars that had long been worn smooth
by other human hands; he pressed his
smoothly shayen. !sunburned face
against the iron, and smiled ?.
How are We a-feelin' By THIS time
Bilt7 It's some hi of q place, amt
it," .4.~.~
Dale took a step toward hin. well,
a queens boudoir is nicer. What are
you doing here, Cale?n
1--WE Come to. set you free said
Caleb Moreland.
Dale stared unbelievingly. But
that is impossible, CAFE. How could
you set me free?"
Call Tom Flowers, and I'll sight
ye."
Dale called. and the officer came i'm
mediately. Caleb Moreland turned
from the cell door and faced him.
1--WE come here to own up to the
KILN O. Black Adam Ball." began the
young hillman.
He swallowed, went a trifle pale IN
der his tan, and continued bravely:
bill Dale thar. he never done it.
am the one at done it. Bill he shot at
Adam, but he missed-Adam had done
shot at Bill fust, y'onderstand, Tom.
But | didn't miss. | don't never miss.
I'm a plumb tombstone shot They
allus rules me out at any shootin'
match. I'd ha' owned up to It yeste-
day, but the thought o. jail had me
skeered bad. | jest CANT let as good
man as Bill Dale thar suffer 70
thing done myself. So you let him
out, Tom, and put the right man in
thar"
Flowers had good heart, and this
touched it. But he was not very much |
Tell us about it, Caleb" he re-
quested.
Caleb looked toward Dale, then he
faced the lord of Cartersville's little
prison again.
WELL shuriff, when | seed Bill Dale
go off toward the trustle by hisself
md alone, | knowed right then he was
N danger O. bein' laywayed by some
D them thar lowdown Balls and
Cherokee Torreys So | decides TO
'oller after him and gyard him, with
tut him a-knowin' anything about il,
which same I done. When he met
Adam Ball"
He broke off abruptly.
Go on" urged Flowers.
Il reckon | won't" smiled Caleb.
no MS eyes were still twinkling. II
eckon | won't do no more talkin' lest
ow. Yes, I reckon the proper pIace
O. me TO do my big talkin' is in the
o'tehouse at my trial Lock me up
ill We Tom?"
Wen see," said Flowers.
Forthwith he dispatched a deputy
'r Judge Carter and Major Bradley.
no FASTENED to the Jail.
An hour later Caleb Moreland was
he occupant Of the cell at the end of
he whifewashed corridor, and Dale
as mounting his bay horse Fox 10
de back into the heart of the ever
sting hills. He arrived two hours
lit AOTeIanuS
ad TO see him, and the Littlefords
ere glad to see him. There was re.
ICING there in the bread valley thar
IS between David Moreland's NOM.
IN and the Big Pine. Everybody had .
en- expecting him, and many were
e pairs Of eyes that had been watch
for him. He found himself sud.
MY wishing. with a tightening at his
rnat. that his father could know
W much bigger and how much BET
1t was to be thus esteemed than T
be wealthy. :
Luxe took charge of his tired horse :
q led II away to the old log barn ',
to some fifteen ears of yellow q
n. Luke's father escorted hin, o
'udiy' the guesr of honor, in to one
Addie Moreland's incompatible old.
'hioned suppers, which was none
worse for being late. Several
,iefords sat at the long. homo.
de table