The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-04-05
CHAPTER Iv--continued.

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"Mehbe, but you can't stop what's
started any more'n a horn-toad can
stop a landslide. Sandy Bourke. You
can't kin scandal with gunplay. The
girls too young, in one way. an not
young enough In another, to be stayin
on at the Three Star. You oughter
have sense enough 10 know that. Ef
one of you was married, or had a
wife that nd stay with you, IL 'ud be
different. OR IL there was a woman
ho%usek eeper 10 the outfit"
The diver horn squawked outside.
Miranda pointed her finger AT Sandy.
There's chores waltin' TO- me. !
didn't come of AZ daylight jest to be
spyin'. whatever you men may think.
You either got 10 get a grown woman
here or send the gel away. To- her
own good, fore the talk gifts SO It'll
shadder her life. Now. I've said my
say, you-all talk II over"
Sandy went 10 the door with her.
helped her into the machine. He
came back with hls. face serious.
"She's right" he said. "We got to
send her away. Me. I'm goin' into
Hereford tonight. | aim 10 interview
Jim PlimsoIl an then bust his bank.
One of you come erlong. Match 70 It."
'Bu'st the bank with what?' asked
Sam.
Sandy produced the ~ten-dollar luck
piece and held IL up.
'This. Mormon, choose yore side"
Heads"
Sandy fipped the coin. II fell with
q golden ring On the floor. "Tails,"
said Sandy. inspecting Il. "you come.
sam. Staht afteh noon. Oil III yore
gun"
Il knowed I'd lose" said Mormon
dolefully, Dang my luck. anyway"
II was a little after seven O'clock
when Sandy and Sam walked our of
the Cactus restaurant. leaving their
ponieG hltched TO the rail In front.
They strolled down the main street of
Hereford and stopped outside the
place labeled Good Luck Pool Par.
Tors. ]. Pllmsoll. Prop" The line
BEST Liquor and Cigars" was half
smeared out. Sandy patted gently the
butts OF the two Colts In the hOl-
sters, whose ends were tied down To
the fringe ornaments OF his chaps.
Sam stroked his ropey mustache and
eased the gun at his hip. Sandy
pushed open the door and went In. A
nian was playing Garfield at a table
In the deserted bar. As the pair en-
tered he looked up with a "Howdy.
gents?" showing back a rickcty table
and chair noislly on the uneven floor.
The inner door swung silently MS at
o signal. and Jim plimsoll came ont.
dropped In 10 hev a III talk with
you an then take a buck at the tiger.
said talk tbein' private" Sandy an
nounced.
Plimsoll threw a glance at the man
who had been posted for lookout and
he left With a curious gaze that took
In Sandy's guns.
.Snrrs | was away from the ranch
time you called" sald Sandy. sitting
with one leg thrown over the corner
Of the table. slope 10 be there mex
time. I hear yoti-aii claim to have an
interest In Pat Casey's mimi loca-
tions. his interest now bein' his daugh-
ter's?"
THAT any OF your ~businessy"
II aim to make II my business"
replied Sandy.
For a moment the two men fought
a pitched battle with their eyes. II
was a warfare that Sandy Bourke
was an expert In. The steel of his
glance often saved him the lend In his
cartridges. Jim Piimsoll was no fool
10 wage uneven contest. He fancied
he would have the advantage over
sandy later. r. the pais really meant
10 play faro-In hts place.
"a grubstaked him for the Hopeful
Dynamite discovery" he said. 1--WE
rot witpesses.'
~Weii wen lei that matteh slide
I'M the ~iines make d shown Mean,
time. III res .alk goin' on In this town
eonrela,p' the gel an her Twin at
Three star. r look 20 you to contra
dic7<r.at sot OF gossip, Piimsofl, from
b oal."
PiInsoIi flushed anSrily,
slyho In h-i DO you think YOU
areY' he demanded. who apuo'nted
d censor to any man's speechy
"A mans speech dnn't hnSe ~ be.
censored. Plimsoll. An I reckon yen
know wbo am
aYou corne here hooking fcf trouble
with mef
NJ never hunf trouble. I'm, ~
can't halD butt:r Into ~ HIS = ~