American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1922-07-29
CHAPTER "

Wond ,rment which Got nowhere.
The sherif's car returned before Fair
child reached the bottom of the grade,
and again stopped to survey the scene
Of defeat.
Dangerous characterr Fairchild
hardly knew why he asked the Ques
ton. The sheriff smiled grimly.
III II was the fellow we were after.
he was plenty dangerous. We were
trailing him on word from Denver
described the car and said he'd pulled
daylight hold-up on Y pay-wagon
for the Smelter company--so when
the car went through Golden. we took
up the trail couple Of blocks behind.
He kept the same speed for q little
while until one Of my deputies got Q
little anxious and took shot ut q
tire. Man, how he turned on the juice
I thought that thing was Jack rabbit,
the way II went up the hill guess
It's us back to the Office"
The automobile went Its way then,
and Falrchild his, still wondering.
And so thoroughly did the Incident en-
gross him that 1t was not until truck
had come to full stop behind him,
and driver mingled shout with the
footing Of his horn, that he turned TO
allow Its passage.
"Didn't hear you. old man." he apol-
ogized. could you give fellow a
liftT
"Guess So" II was friendly. even
though bit disgruntled; "'hop on"
/ And Falrchild hoped, once more to
sit on the tailboard, swinging his legs,
but this time his eyes saw the ever
changing scenery without noticing II.
In spite Of himself Fairchlld found
himself constantly staring at a vision
Of pretty girl In a riding habit. with
dark-brown hair straying about
| equally dark-brown eyes almost fren-
zied In her efforts to change tire In
lime to elude a pursuing sheriff. Some
way. II all didn't blend. II she hadn't
committed some sort of depreciation
against the law, why on earth was she
willing to part with ten dollars, mere
| iy to save a few moments In changing
/, q tire and thus elude sheriff? II
there had been nothing wrong. could
not moment OF explanation have sat
isfied anyone of the facti
II was too much for anyone, and
s'airchild knew 1t. Yet he chung grim
ly to the mystery as the truck clat-
tered on. mile after mile. small
town gradually was coming into view.
| A mile more. then the truck stopped
with jerk.
"where you bound for, pardnerY'
| "Ohadl"
'"rhat's It. straight ahead. I turn
Off here. Miner?"
Faircbild shrugged his shoulders
and nodded economically
"Just thought I'd ask. Plenty OF
work around here for single and
double jackers Things are beginning
to look up bIt-at least In silver"
"Thanks. Do you know good place
to stopf"
"Yeh. Mother Towards boarding
house. Everybody goes there, sooner
or later. You'll see II on the left-hand
side Of the street before you get "a
the main block. Good old girl; knows
how to treat anybody In the mining
game from operators on down. She
was here when mining was miningl"
yairchild lifted his bag from the
rear Of the vehicle. waved a farewell
to the driver and started into the vii
lage. And then the vision OF the girl
departed, momentarily, to give place
to other thoughts, other pictures. Of Z
day long gone.
The sun was slanting low. throwing
deep shadows from the hills into the
little valley with Its chattering. milk
white stream. softening the scars q
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