River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1923-06-21

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good living. He peered up at Sandy,
then let out shout.
"You long-legged, ornery, freckle-
faced, gun-packin' galoot. Sandy
Bourkel Light off N that cayuse
YOU an yore lady friend. Where In
time did you-all drop from?"
"Come across the mesa. Like to
git washed across through Paso
Cabras," said Sandy. Miss Casey.
let me make you 'quainted with Chuck
Goodwin, one time the best hawss-
sheer il the seven Cactus states, now
sellin' oil an gasoline fancy prices,
not to mention machines fo' which he
is agent"
Got a few oats left fo' yore
hawsses, Sandy. Miss, won't you
come inside the office? Where you
bound, SandyY'
1--WE was amin to catch the seven
o'clock train east, maxim TO New
Mexico an the Redding ranch, where
Miss Casey is to visit fo' a spell, but
we found the trail bad an a cloud
bust finally set us back so we quit
hurryin' an loafed in. Chuck, have
you got a machine you c'ud rent us,
with a driver?'
"You can have anything l got in the
place with laigs or wheels, an wei
come. Coin TO the old Redding
ranch? Give my howdedo to Miss
Barbara, or Mrs. Barbara as she is
now. But" He looked at the wall
clock. "It's a quarter of ten. Yore
trains been altered TO suit main line
schedules She don't come through
till nine-thlrty an she's gen'ally late
maxim the grade | amt heard her
whistle yet Hop In my car an Well
Jest about make her. She don't do
much moren hesitate at Caroca when
she's behind time"
He hurried them out on the street
to where a car stood by the curb
Molly and her few belongings got in
behind. Sandy mounted with Goodwin
you'll take good care of the
hawsses, Chuck" he said. "Tll prob
ably be back for em myself in three
TO days"
"Seguro." Goodwin stepped on his
| starter and the fiywheel whirred to
sputtering explosions. Another car
came limping down the street. fiat on
| both rims of one side, its paint plas-
tered with mud. one light out, the
other dimmed with mire. The driver
rallied To Goodwin.
(which way to the depot?'
Goodwin, his hand on the lever
foot on the clutch, was astounded te
| hear Sandy kissing out:
Don't tell 'em. Scoot ahead full
speed" Then, over his shoulder Il
the girl, Crouch down there, Molly
Goodwin was still man of actor
and he knew Sandy Bourke of old
Out came the pedal, the gears engaged
and the car shot ahead, beneath
swinging arc light. Sandy's hat-rin
did not sufficiently shade his face o
Molly's action had not been swift
enough. There came yell and ;
string of curses from the crippled car
which backed and turned and fol
lowed, its torn treads tapping.
Goodwin asked no questions O.
Sandy. If the latter wanted ever t
tell him why he required quick ext
out of Caroca, or why he was fol
lowed, he could If not, never mind
He slid his gears into high and dodge1
around corners recklessly. A red Ian
tern showed ahead In the middle o
the road. They crashed through q
light obstruction Of boards and tres.
ties, overturning the lantern, and
plowed on over rough stones.
I'm mayor" said Goodwin with a
grin. "Breakin' my own rules but
fgger that broken stencil bother 'em
some. Well chance it."
They lunged through, regardless OF
tires, and, behind them, the pursuing
car ratified, lurched, skidded. A tire
blew out and as Goodwin swung q
corner with two wheels in the air the
sheriff's machine smashed viciously
across the sidewalk, poking Its crump
ling radiator into cottonwood.
"Brazen bulls!". shouted Goodwin