Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-12-21

dprunCpu uil or his plhHs' 4ais Hieh
had been thrown from their horses,
the blazing pine tree had left them
axnosed to fire from the house. anu
they had not yet caught their mounts
and rallied. Young Bill and himself,
boweyer. had tied their horses before
the lightning had struck anu had I'm
cered in the thickets In front OF the
house for just such u chance as had
been given them.
He Ind not understood why Bruce
had not opened fire OH the fleeing
turner's, He wondered II his enemy
were out of ammunition. The tragedy
Of the Sentinel Pine had had no mean
ing for him; and he had held his rife
cooked and ready for the instant that
Bruce had shown himself.
Young Bill had heard his little ex-
ultant casp when Lindn and Bruce had
come out into the freight. Plainly
tbey had kept track of all the attack
Ing party that had been visible, and
supposed that all their enemies had
gone He felt the movement Of ST.
mons strong arms as he raised the
rife, Those arms were never steadier.
In the darkness the younger man
could not see his face. but his own
fancy pictured 1t with entire clearness.
The ewes were narrowed and red, the
lines cut deep about the bloodhound
lips md mercy was rs far from him
os from the Killer who hunted on the
distant ridge.
Rut Simon didn't fire at once. The
two were coming steadily toward him.
and the nearer they were the better
his chance of success in the unsteady
light. He sat as breathless. as wholly
free from telltale motion rs a puma
who waits in ambush for an approach
ing deer. He meant to take careful
aim. 1t was his big chance, and he
intended to make the most Of 1t.
The two had halted beside the
ruined pine, but for moment Simon
held his fire. They stood rather close
together: he wanted to walt until
Bruce offered a clear target. And at
that instant Bruce had drawn the
leather wallet from the tree.
Curiosity alone stayed Simon's finger
as Bruce had opened 1t. He saw the
CLEAN of the white paper in the dim
light; and then he understood.
Simon was man Of rigid, unwaver-
ing self-control; and his usual way
was to look long time between the
sights before he fired. Yet the sight
Of that document-the missing Foiger-
Ross agreement on which had hung
victory or defeat-sent violent I'M
pulse through all his nervous system.
For the first time in his memory his
reflexes got away from him.
1t had meant too much; and his fin
ger pressed back involuntarily against
the trigger. He had not taken his U.S.
ual deliberate aim, although he had
seen Bruce's figure clearly between
the sights the instant before he fired.
Simon was a rifeman. bred IN the
bone and he had no reason to think
that the hnsty aim meant a complete
miss. He did realize, however. the
difficulties Of night shooting-a real
ization that all men who have fingered
after dusk in the duck blind expert
ence sooner or later-and he looked
up over his sights to see the result OF
his shot. His self.control had COM
pletely returned to him; and he was
perfectly cold about the whole matter.
From the first second he knew he
had not completely missed. He raised
his rife to shoot again.
But Bruce's body was no longer re-
vealed. Linda stood In the way. 1t
looked as IL she had deliberately
thrown her own body as shield be-
tween.
Simon spoke then-a single. terrible
oath of hatred and jealousy. But In
second more he saw his triumph.
Bruce swayed, reeled and fell in Lin.
da's arms, and he saw her half-drag
him into the house.
He stood shivering, but not from
the cold that the storm had brought.
Come on" lie ordered Young Bill.
II think we've downed him for good,
but we've got to get that paper"
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But Simon did not see all things
clearly. He had little real knowledge
VI ahS lAdl huu AOIoNC GU
his shot from ambush.
Human nature Is full of odd quirks
| and twists, and among other things.
symptoms are misleading. There Is
an accepted way for men to act when
they are struck with a rifle bullet.
They are expected to reel. to throw
their arms wide. and usually to cry
out. The only trouble with these &c.
tions as men who have been in bat.
tlefields know very we'll, Is that they
do not usually happen In real life.
Bruce, with Linda's eyes upon him.
took one rather long, troubled breath
And he did look somewhat puzzled
Then he looked down at his shoulder
I'm hit, Linda" he said in quiet
way. II think just scratch"
The tremendous shock of any kind
of wound from thirty-forty calibeI
bullet had not seemingly affected him
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