San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-02
ON PARADISE PEAKS.
A BLITHEsOME TALE oFFLovE AND ACTION

tation to sustain. Mr.. Client might
have been thrown at that turn. You
know he can't ride"
I'm beginning to think he can"
muttered Chandler.
A few miles farther on the tireless
pointer dog that had followed the cav.
alcade gave tongue in a way that sig.
nified coyote. Old Rips telescope
eye picked the coyote out as he squat
ted among the sage-brush.
"a pretty shot," suggested Rip, ani
Mr.. Chandler plucked out his carbine
dismounted, took careful aim, and
fired. A puff of dust flew up near the
coyote, and then yellow streak
whipped over the gray hills.
Another rifle cracked. Client had
fired from the saddle. The yellow
streak jerked up into the air and COL
lapsed.
That's shootin,! :" shouted Rip.
'Sheer luck" declared Client. 1.-TWO
bad to kill the poor thing-but they're
kind of pest, aren't they?'
Snowdrift Lodge perched among the
boulders on the sunny slope of the
lofty ridge after which it was named,
not far from the crest.
The party arrived. took possession
and prepared its travel-sore bodies
with food, drink and sleep for the
great deeds Of the morrow. Kenneth
was there; however, he sulked in his
room.
Paradise Peaks knew no game laws,
in practice, except those ordained by
the lord of the domain.
But as the faithful keeper of his
own preserves, Mr.. Angus ordained
that the does should always be spared
Client went out the next day with
old Rip, to make pretense at deer.
shooting. There was nothing else to
do. unless he wanted to stay on the
front porch and sulk with Kenneth.
After several false alarms, old Rip
stood up in his stirrups and peered like
bird OF prey. Then he stealthily got
off his horse, and began to crawl down
the slope, taking cover behind rocks.
Client initiated these Indian tactics
At last Rip crouched under the blast
ed trunk Of a fallen tree and waited.
When Client came up he looked over
the tree and then pointed.
81 don't see anything" Client whis-
rered. ,.,- rgr
well, there he is, even il you can't
see him. See him in your mind. See
where his head is, and his neck, and
his shoulder, and blow his heart out"
Client drew a mental picture of the
deer. aimed with designs upon the
deer's heart, and fired.
Then came the sound of a falling
and a threshing about among the as
pen.
Got him." Old Rip leaped up.
Good kid. !"
There was also the sound of another
commotion among the aspen, growing
more and more distant.
That's funny" said old Rip. 'Did
he get up and run? He ought TO have
done his runnin' first. Never mind !;
well find him."
They went back to the horses and
then rode down to find the victim.
There was a deer among the "qulkin'
asp" but it was a doe! Old Rip,
breathing strange oaths and lamenta-
tons, deduced this story. There had
been two deer, buck and doe, browsing
among the aspen side by side. The
doe had taken the bullet and thus
brought calamity upon the reputation
for woodcraft of Paradise Peaks top
guide.
"And now we've got to dress the
bride of the phantom buck and pack
her into camp" Rip announced, land
that's some job. I've always played
on the square with the old man.. so
back to camp she goes to get us into
trouble. Well, she means yenison for
dinner. ANYWAY"