The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-03-18
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ne continued to stare unbltuk.
Ing into the room and fater a
time he made out the dim lines Of
another mans figure sitting on
the table beside one OF the front
Windows The head Of this other
man was turned away from Billy.
He was watching the draw through
the front window.
on account Of: the soft snow
Billy didsnot hear an approaching
horse Until II had ALMOST reached
the ranch house door. When the
horse stopped the man inside the
ranch house moved quietly to the
door and stood at one side OF It.
HIS hand moved to Ills leg and
came away
THE rider tismounted. Billy
heard him rattle the latch Of the
door
Don't shottlD he heard him saw
IN an agonized whisper. Don't
shoot for Gawd's sake!"
Billy, watching at the window,
saw the man In the room fling open
the door; For an instant the tall
and hatiess form OF Judge Driver
showed black against the expanse
81 snow framed In the doorway.
Again came the plea for mercy-a
Wild er5 OF Don't shoot! Don't
shooti It's mel Driyer!" as the
Judge. realizing only too we'll that
amy such cutlery was tantamount to
q confession of guilt, plunged into
the room Obviously his purpose.
Eag 10 escape tile fire Of the
svenglng rifles that he had every
reason 70 believe were somewhere
In the bruahi along the draw.
Thauk Gawdt Thank Gawd!"
babbled the Judge sinking back
against the door, i thought you'd
kliootsme!a
'lISdamn near did," remarked
tlie man, whose voice Billy now re-
rognized as that OF n late arrival
d town, named slike. II you
hadn't ierked your hat off SOS I
could see your face. would have.
When Will Wingo get here, and
didja get him to come by himself
alright? BY Gawd. you're wearing
his clothesl Where is he?"
He's here!" gurgled the judge.
Then you did lead him here.
damn your soul! You wh!te-livered
cur, do you think I'm gonna hang
on your account? What did you
fell limp
TO the accompaniment OF a
string OF most ferocious oaths,
slikel shook. the judge as the ter
fier shakes the rat.
How many's he got with him."
.0ne-two."
Well shoot It out with 'em
here, 4 said. / amt kicked all the
fighting blood out OF sou. have l.?
Get the gun off that Teller l down.
Cd. It's on his leg yet. You can
gamble you'll fight. It's you or
them, remember!"
Suppose he comes Dustin in the
back way?n quavered tho Judge.
We'll try to take care Of him.
But he'll come the other way, l
guess,"
But slike guessed wrong. for
Billy Wlngo, Judging that the
psychological moment had arrived,
showed his gun hand through a
window pane and shouted, Hands
rplts
'sYou dirty Judas!' yelled sllkc
and, firing from the hip, he whip
ped three shots into the Judge be-
fore he himself fell with four OF
Billy Wingo's bullets through his
Bhoulder and neck.
Shot through and through. Judge
ptiycr dropped in a huddle and
died,
CHAPTER x
sThiss said Rafe Tuckleton, "is
q helluva note"
:tIt'a all your fault" the district
attorney recriminated bitterly.
Well the first part worked all
right protested Rafe Tuckleton.
Dan downed Walton without any
trouble. How could / tell Driver
Wouldisllp mp on his part? I'm glad
Slike downed him Served him right
for being q fool"
Wow do we know what happen
ed before the fraycas at Waltons?
Weydon't. We don't know anything
except that Tom Driver Is dead,
Dan Sltke wounded in the Gala