Belt Valley times. [volume] (Armington, Mont.) 1894-1977, 1923-09-06

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her. II yielded TO a hot pang In her
breast-that live pain which SO
shamed her. But almost instantly, as
a second glance showed an agony In
Bonita's face, her bruised arms where
the rope bit deep into the flesh. her
little brown hands stained with blood,
Madeline was overcome by pity for
the unfortunate girl and a woman's
righteous passion at such barbarous
treatment Of n Of her own sex.
The man holding the bride of the
horse on which Bonita had been bound
was at once recognized by Madeline
as the blg-bodied. bullet-headed guer-
rilIa who had found the basket of wine
in the spring at camp. Redder of
face, blacker Of beard. coarser of as
pect, evidently under the influence Of
liquor, he was as fierce-looking as a
gorilla and as repulsive- Besides him
there were three other men present,
all mounted on weary horses. The
one In the foreground, gaunt, sharp
featured, red-eyed, with a pointed
beard. she recognized as the sheriff Of
FL Cajon.
Stillwell saw Madeline, and, throw
Ing up his hands. roared TO be heard.
This quoted the gesticuiatlng, quar-
reling e
wal now, Pat Howe. what's drtvin'
you like a locoed steer on the ram
pager demanded Stillwell.
Az Ann L. 4LA 4-..xC uf1l ~ Ennlt0d
Have. You saxXy what come fer.
I've been bidln' my time. But I'm
ready now. I'm hyar TO arrest a Grim
inal."
The huge frame OF the old cattle
man jerked as If he had been stabbed.
His face turned purple.
What crimInal7" he shouted,
hoarsely.
The sheriff fiicked his quirt against
his dirty boot, and he twisted his thin
lips into a leer.
why, BIZ, l knowed you he'd a no
good outfit ridin' this range; but |
wasn't wise tibet you he'd more'n n
criminal"
"Cutthat talkl Which cowboy are
you wantIn' TO arrest p
Hawe's manne altered.
Gene Stewart" he replied, curtly.
ION what charger"
Fer KILN a Greaser one night last
fall"
$50 you're still harpin' on that?
Pat, you're on the wrong trail. You
Low sha+ trfJfgps orto Cfomarf
The things ancient by now. But If
you insist on bringin' him to court, let
the arrest go today-weire havfni
fiesta hyar-an' I'll fetch Gene
in TO Ell Cajon."
Nope. / reckon I'll take him when
| got the chance, before he slopes"
I'm givin' you my word" thun-
HeFed StillweH.
II reckon / don't hev to take your
word, Bill, or anybody else's."
Stillwells great bulk quivered with
his rage, yet he made a successful eff
to control It.
"See hyar, Pat Have, I know what's
reasonable. Law Is Iaw.ABut in this
there always has been an is
now a safe an sane way 10 proceed
With the Law. Mebbe you've forgot
hat. I'm a-goin' to give you a bunch.
Pat, you're not overliked In these
parts. You've rid too much with a
high hand. Some of your deals .hev
)een shady, an don't you overlook
What I'm sayln'. But you're the shers
#, an I'm r~espectin' your Office. I'm
'espectin' 1t this much. II the milk
# human decency Is so soured In your
,reast that you can't hev a kind feel
a.. then try to avoid the unpleasant
less that'n result from any contrary
on your part today. Do you get
hunch?"
"~Stillwell, you're threatenin' an Of
replied Have. angrily. II come
o arrest him, an I'm goln' to-"
$50 that's your camel" shouted
"Weall are glad TO get you
traight, Pat. Now listen. you cheap,
coyote Of a sheriff You don't
are how many enemies you make.
'ou know you'll never get office again
4 aho tO0htyr nat Wv yVA tai0
ow? It's amazin' strange how arm
ST you are to hunt down the man who
HE'D that particular Greaser. ,
ackon there's been some dozen or !
lore killin's of Greasers In the last !
ear. Why don't you take to trailin' '
,me Of them killin's? I'll tell you s
ny. You're afraid to go near the |
order. An your hate Of Gene Stew I
IT makes you want TO hound him an I
ut him where he's never been yet
Jail. You want to spite his friends &
Tal, listen. you lean-jawed. skunk I
Itten coyotel Go ahead an try to o
rrest him !"
Stillwell took one mighty stride Off /
le porch. His last words had been /
I'D. His rage appeared to have been /
..ansferred TO HAVE. The sheriff
nd begun to stutter and shake a q
nky red hand at the cattleman when
tewart stepped out. \
Here. you fellows, give me a s
lance TO say a word" v
AS Stewart appeared the Mexican
ri suddenly seemed vitalized out of s
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