Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1923-12-28
The Dude
Wrangler
Caroline Lockhart
Copyright, Doubleday, Page & Co.

: Caroline LOCkhart :
= Copyright, Doubleday, Page & Co. =
Observation-Disclosures
SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
Wallace Macpherson, aged "a. was an
orphan and supported by a rich maiden
aunt. Miss Mary Macpherson. Although
of age during the war he was NOT IN ser
vice because of bad eyes With ms aunt
he was "a. guest at the Colonial Hotel. a
resort patronized for years by che same
set of rich eccentrics. The story opens
with a violent protest during the nlght
by. Miss Helene Spencely, a girl from
Wyoming. against the SHORES of the mil
lionaire Mr.. ,Penrose. who occupied the
room next to her. "Plnkey "TRIP, a war
ehro and Wyoming cowboy, visits me me
hotel and gives an exhibition OF rough
riding ''Wallie,'' who thinks he is
rider beca use he had the costume ana
his hand and is thrown. Helene Spencer
adds further insult to injury by tacklhg
to him the name of Gentle Annie aiIef
his, riding performance MISS opsnG;eo
to go West A few weeks later NE re
ceved a wire from Pinkey that vaiu-
able homestead was open for ming Tor
man with quits" and he decided n no 60
Wvnmng, and they go to the recorder S
office to file on claim which is wanted
by Candy, a cattle king, VINO ulsahes
new settlers who homestead on cartle
ranges.
In the meantime, Tucker, in guard
ed language, was informing Candy OF
the entry by telephone. From the
sounds which came through the re-
ceiver he had the impression tina,
the land baron was pulling the tele
phone out by the roots in his exas
peration at the negligence OF his
hireling whom he had supposed had
done sufficient work to hold it,
"I'll attend to it," he answered.
Tucker thought there was ne
doubt about that, and he had
worthy feeling of having earned ths
yearly stipend which he received
from Candy for these small services
WED better sift along and gi
out there" Pinkey advised whel
they were back at the Prouty House
To-Day"
you bet you! That's no dream
about Boise Bill bein' ugly, and he
might try to hold the $50 if he go'
wind of your filing"
Gin that event?'
I'm that event." Pinkey mimicked
he's moren likely to run you OFF
unless you got the sand to fight tel
it, That's what meant in my tel
egram."
oh" said Wallie, enlightened
Sand and-er-intestines are syn
onymous terms in your vernacular!'
Pinkey stared at him.
Say, Teller, you'll have to learn te
sling the buckskin before we can un
derstand each other. Anyhow, as
was sayin', you got good PROPOSE
ton in this 100 if you can hold it.
IF 1 am within my rights | shall
adhere to them at all hazards" de
clared Wallie, firmly AT first
however, l shall use moral suasion.'
Cant you say things palmer?
Pinkey demanded, GROSSLY. why
don't you talk United States? i
he'll knock you down with a neck
yoke while you're glttin started"
I'm that event, if he attempted
violence, should use my pistol
my 'gat'-and stop him.
In that event." Pinkey relished
the expression, "in that event
shall carry shovel along to bury
you"
Riding horse from the livery sta
BILE and accompanied by Pinkey driv
ing two packhorses ahead of him
Wallie left the Prouty House shortly
after noon, followed by comments Of
a jocular nature from the bystanders
How far is it?' inquired Wallie
who was riding his English saddle
and posting"
Twenty for me and forty for you
if you aim to ride that way" sai(
Pinkey why don't you let ou
them stirrups and shove your fee
in 'em?"
Wallie preferred his own style O.
riding, however, but observed tina
he hoped never to have another such
fall as he had at the Colonial.
"a Teller that's never been throwet
has never rid,' said Pinkey, sagely
and added: you'll git used to it.
This Wallie considered a very re
mote possibility, although he die
not say SO.
Once they left the town they turn
ed toward the mountains and Goa
versation ceased shortly, for not onl.
were they obliged to ride single fill
through the sagebrush and cacti blu
the trot of the livery horse 500,
left Wallie with no breath nor desir
to continue it.
By four o'clock every muscle il
Wallie's body was aching, but hi
fatigue was nothing as compare
with his hunger. He tried to admir-
the scenery, to think of his magn
ficent prospects, of Helene Spencely
but his thoughts always came bac
quickly to the subject of food and