The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-07
TRAILIW, By Max Brand

His wrath was tempered with a sneer.
 But here you are four against one. Go down and bring him out to me alive.'
 There was no answer.
 "You said you wanted no odds against any one man ua +o gether," answered Nash, they're worse than hundred. That devil, Sally Fortune, is down there with him.
 A gun cracked from the house; the bullet clipped the rock with an evil clang, and the flake of stone whirled through the air and landed at the feet of Drew.
 There's your answer," said Nash. But killing Ben." Wrong again. Calamity Ben is going to live"
 A cry of joy came from Kilrain.
 Duffy says that he gives his horse away to Bard d-Glendin has called back your unarmed and bring Bard up to me. The shadow of smile crossed the lips of Nash.
 If the laws done with him. I'm not. won't ride, and won't go down to him. I've got go the upper hand and I'm going to hold
 'If you're afraid to go down, will"
 Drew unbuckled his cartridge belt and tossed it with his gun against the rocks. He drew out white handkerchief. and hold Ing lC aDOVe nlHl, at d 1uIl dTfH ieHSIH, He stepped out from the shelter.
 Sally at crack in the old wall which made excellent loophole noted niche which might serve as loophole for one of the posse. She fired at it, aiming low The clang of the bullet against rock echoed clearly back to her, like the soft chimes of q sheep bell from the peaceful distance. Then, as if in answer to her shot, around the edge of the rocks appeared a moving rag of white which grew into William Drew, bearing above his head the white sign of peace.
 In her astonishment she turned to Bard who was watching at window. He was euivering all over like hound held on a tight leash, with the game H sight, hungry to be slipped upon it. His gun steadied; the harrel began to incline down; his left eye Was souinting. She slipped to hlS sloe ana seized his wrist.
 Anthony, what are you going to do?"
 Its Drewv' he whispered. and she did not recognize his voice. Its the gray man I've waited for. It's he"'
 But he's carrying the flag of truce, Anthony. You see that?"
 II could do nothing as bad as the crime he has done. For twenty years the dread of his coming haunted my father, broke him, aged him prematureiy Every day he went to a secret room and cared for hls revolver-this gun here in my hand, you see? He and I've were more than father and son-we were pals, Sally. And then this devil called my father out into the night and shot him. Damn him!'
 You've got to listen to me, Anthony-
 "Ill listen to nothing, for there he is and"
 She said with a sharp, rising ring in her voice: If you shoot at him while he carries that white flag TL-I'n send bullet through your head-that's straight! We got only one law in the mountains, and that's the law of honor. If you bust that, I'm done with you, Anthony"
 Take my gun-take it quickly, Sally. cant trust myself; looking at him can see the place where the bullet should strike home"
 He forced the butt of his revolver into her hands, rose and stepped to the door, his hands clasped behind his back.
 Tell me what he does."
 He's comin' straight toward us as if he didn't fear nothin gray William Drew! He's not packin' gun; he trusts us."
 '"The better way" answered Bard. "Bare hands-the better way!'
 He has killed men with those bare hands of his. 1 can see em clear-great, blunt fingered hands, Anthony. He's coming around the side of the house. I'll go into the front room.'
 She ran past Anthony and paused in the habitable room, spying through crack i'll the wall.
 He's walkin' right up the path. There be st0pS"