The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1924-12-18

coming down with the yeller 1aundic
or else was took sudden and powerful
bad with love. They all treats a MAJ
similar"
Oh It," growled Lee irritably
cant you tell me what Weaver said?
SAID, call him up, real pronto,' re
Piled Carson cheerfully. "Say. Bud
where in heck did you get that outfit
BY cripes, If 1 had a regalia like tina
Ia be riding herd In ZEN ev'ry Sun
day On the square now.
But Lee wasn't listening to him ant
carson knew 1t. He had gone quickly
TO the telephone, had rung the one
bell for Central" and a moment later
was speaking with Sandy Weaver OF
the Golden Spur saloon. Carson
sucked at his pipe and kept his eyes
on Lees face.
Ihe ensuing conversation, only one
s1de of which came to Carson, was
brief. Most of the talking was done
by Sandy Weaver. Lee asked three
questions; the third a simple:
"Sure of it, Sandy?'
Then he jammed the receiver back
upon its hook, and with no remark
! continued his hurried dressing. When
he had come in, his face had been
flushed now it was suddenly red, the
not red of rage. His eyes, when they
met Carson's once, were stern, bright
with the same quick anger. When he
hQd 6roVup an hi, ,rarJ-{,o uo rh on1
stuffed his trousers into his boots, he
went to his bunk and tossed back the
blanket. From the straw mattress he
took a heavy, old-style Colt revolver.
Carson, still watching him, saw him
spin the cylinder, slip q box of fresh
cartridges into his pocket and turn
to the door.
riding, Bud?' He got to his feet,
stuffed his pipe into his pocket and
reached for his hat. care if /
mosey along?"
what for?" asked Lee CURLY.
"Oh, HI, what's the use being a
hawg?" Carson grumbled deep down
in his brown throat. eff you're on
your way to little OF Rocky hunting
trouble, if they's going to be shooting
fun, why can't you let me in on itY'
Lee stood a moment framed in the
doorway, frowning down at Carson.
Then he turned ON his heel and went
out, saying coolly over his shoulder:
"Come on If you want to. Quin-
MONS in town."
As their horses hoofs hammered
the winding road for the forty miles
into Rocky Bend the two riders were
for the most part silent. All of the
explanation which Lee had to give, or
cared to give, was summed up in the
brief words: "Quinnion's in town"
To Judith, Lee had said that night
they fought together at the Upper
voice; Il played poker with that voice
not four months ago." That he had
had ample reason to remember the
man as we'll, he had not gone on to
mention. But Carson knew.
Carson had sat at Lees left hand
that night, across the table from Chris
Quinnion, and had seen the look of
naked hatred in two pairs of eyes
when Lee had risen to his feet and
coolly branded Quinnion as a crook
md a card sharp. For a little the two
men had gIared at each other, their
muscles corded and ready, their eyes
llert and suspicious, their hands close
o their pockets. Then Quinnion had
;neered in that evil voice of his You
rot the drop on me this time. Look
tut for the next" He, too, had risen
md with Lees eyes hard upon him
lad gone out of the room. And Car
on had been disappointed In a fight.
But w-no that Bud Lee in this
mood was going straight to Rocky
Bend and Quinnion, Carson filled his
Ieep lungs with a sigh Of satisfaction
life had grown dull here Of late
here wasn't a fresh scar On his bat
cred body.
Though the railroad had at last
through it, Rocky Bend was
till a bad little town and proud of
IS badness. To the northeast lay the
liz timber tracts into which the West
IN Lumber company was tearing its
way only nine miles due
yest were the Rock Greek mines, run
ing full blast; on the other sides 1t
as surrounded by cattle ranges,
here a lusty brood of young untamed
evils were constrained to give them
Elves soberly to their work during
lie long, dusty days. But at night,
ways on q Saturday evening, there
into Rocky Bend from lumber
lmps, mines and COW outfits a crowd
men whose blood ran red and tur- {
llent, seeking a game Of cards, a /
vhirl at the wheel" a night Of drink /
g or any other amusement which $
might vouchsafe them. Good men
Id bad, they were all hard men and |
lick. Otherwise they would not G
I'VE come into Rocky Bend at all s
Lee and Carson riding out Of the d
Irkness into the dim light of the first /
street-lamps, passed swiftly g
tween the rows of weather-boarded y
acks and headed toward the Golden f
,ur saloon. s
Though the hour was late there d