The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1923-08-01

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his dry boot. and he twisted his thin
lips into a leer.
why, Bill, l knowed you he'd a no.
good outfit ridin' this range; but /
wasn't wise thet you he'd more'n one
criminal"
"Cut that talk Which cowboy are
you wantin' to arrestY'
Hawe's n altered.
Gene Stewart" he replied, curly.
ION what charger
Fer KILN a Greaser one night last
fall"
so you're still harpin on that?
Pat, you're on the wrong trail. You
can't lay that KILN onto Stewart.
The things ancient by now. But if
you insist on bringin' him to court, let
the arrest go today-we're havin'
some fiesta hyar-an' I'll fetch Gene
in to Ell Cajon."
Nope. l reckon I'll take him when
I got the chance, before he slopes"
I'm givin' you my word," thun-
dered Stillwell.
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word, Bill. or anybody else's."
Stillwelrs great bulk quiyered with
his rage, yet he made a successful eff
fort to control it.
See hyar, Pat Have. know what's
reasonable. Law is law. But in this
country there always has been an is
now a safe an sane way 10 proceed
with the law. Mebbe you've forgot
that. I'm a-goin' to give you a bunch.
PAT, you're not oyerliked in these
parts. You've rid too much with a
high hand. Some of your deals hev
been shady. an don't you overlook
what I'm sayin'. But you're the sher-
if, an Pm respectin' your office. I'm
%respectin' it this much. If the milk
of human decency is so soured in sour
breast that you can't hev a kind feel
in, then try TO avoid the unpleasant
ness that'll result from any contrary
move ON your part today. Do you get
that hunch?"
"Stillwell, you're threatenin' an Of
ficer," replied Have, angrily. 81 come
10 arrest Hill, III III gum W.
$50 that's your gamel" shouted
Stillwell. "We-all are glad to get you
straight, Pat. Now listen, you cheap,
red-eyed coyote of a sheriff You don't
care how many enemies you make.
You know you'll never get office again
in this county. What do you care
now? It's amazin' strange how earn
est you are to hunt down the nan who
killed that particular Greaser. |
reckon there's been some dozen or
more killin's of Greasers in the last
year. Why don't you take TO trailin'
some of them killin's? Ill tell you
why. You're afraid to 90 near the
border. An your hate of Gene Stew
art makes you want to hound him an
put him where he's never been yet
in Jail. You want to spite his friends.
Wal, listen, you lean-jawed, skunk
bitten coyotel Go ahead an try to
arrest HIM"
Stillwell took one mighty stride off
the porch. His last words had been
cold. His rage appeared to have been
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had begun to stutter and shake a
lanky red hand at the cattleman when
Stewart stepped out.
"Here, YOU fefiows, give me 3
chance to say a word"
As Stewart appeared the Mexican
girl suddenly seemed vitalized out of
her stupor. She strained at her bonds.
as if to lift her hands beseechingly.
A flush animated her haggard face,
and her big eyes lighted.
"Senor Gene" she moaned. "Help
me! | so seek. They beat me, rope
me mos keel me. Oh, help me, Senior
Genel p
"Shut up, er I'll gag YOU" said the
mar who held Bonita's horse.
"Muzzle her, Sneed, if she blabs
again." called Have.
Madeline felt something tense and
strained working in the short silence.
Was it only a phase of her thrilling
excitement? Her swift glance showed
the faces of Nels and Monty and Nick
to be brooding, cold, watchful. She
wondered why Stewart did not look
toward Bonita. He, too. was now
dark-faced, cool. quiet, with something
ominous about him.
"Hawe, I'll submit to arrest without
any FUSS he said, slowly, IF you'll
take the ropes off that girl"
Nope replied the sheriff. "She
got away from me onct. She's hawg-
tied now. an she'll stay hawg-tied."
Madeline thought she saw Stewart
give a slight start. But an unaccount-
able dimness came over ner eyes, at
brief intervals %obscuring her keen
sight.
"All right, let's hurry out of here"
said Stewart. you've made annoy
ance enough. Ride down to the cor
raj with me. I'll get my horse and go
with you
Hold on" yelled Have, as Stewart
turned away. Not so fast. Who's
dom this? You'll rice one of my
pack-horses. an you'll go in irons"
you want to handcuff me?" queried
Stewart, with sudden swift start of
passion.
want to? Haw, hawl Nope, Stew
art, thet jest my way with boss
thieves, raiders Greasers, murderers.
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