White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-02-13
THE EXILE OF THE LARIAT
BY HoNoRE wLLsIE
Copyright 1928
FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY
= New York
CONTINUED from Last Week.

+l..s.ss.s.+s.ss.as Observation-Disclosures
CONTINUED from Last Week.
Pink was the next visitor. He ap
peared an hour late when Hugh wal
varying the monotony of the book in
ventory by listing curios-
| horsehair hackamore, black, very
fine.
Indian blanket, Chemnuivi
Il wonder how that Chemhuiv
blanket got up here, Pink" observed
| Hugh.
Mark Olson hooked that with
Bookie last summer" Pink spa
thoughtfully and accurately into the
middle of the street. "You remember
his wife was half-breed Navajo. He
hooked that for money to bury heI
with. 1t was when you was up in the
jackson Hole country"
Hugh nodded and wrote one.
pair spurs, silver and turquoise
No feathers.
Hualapai water bottle, horsehair
and pitch.
Found that water bottle up in the
same cave where you found the petri:
lied turtle, didn't you?" asked Pink.
"Yes. Not that one had anything to
do with the other" answered Hugh.
Il don't see why not. There must of
been a point somewhere in them old
days when the humans and the crit
ters began to overlap" Pink's voice
was argumentative. He rose from
the doorstep and came over to ex-
anime the dusty black water carrier.
well, I'll tell you what I think. !"
Hugh lighted his pipe, the irked look
leaving his eyes. The two men sank
into chairs and put their feet on the
top of the stove. 1T was probably like
this" began Hugh.
wait a minute" grunted Pink.
'.Helps a-popping agani."
Mrs. Morgan darted in at the door.
"Pink, you promised me you'd be
ready to drive me round town prompt
ly at ten"
"No, didn't. l told you I'd have the
car ready at ten. You drive yourself. =
pink Morgan, you've got to drive
me. I'm going to every house in this
town and find out exactly what
they're doing with their garbage and
their corrals. l tell you this fly
nuisance is going to stop in Fort
Sioux
I'm not going. Anyhow, Hughie
and are having a business confer
ence. And anyhow, why the car? You
can hoof it to every house in Fort
Sioux in an hour"
II want the car. I'm going with
some dignity"
Pink glared at his wife helplessly
She was so small, SO persistent, SO
full Of schemes and plans. 1t was the
schemes and plans that always routed
and finally dominated Pink. He was
born to a painless scheme Of life. He
was a congenital herdsman; rider
of the plains, where time and urgency
do not exist.
I'm waiting, Pink" said Mrs. Nor
gan.
Pink muttered something under his
breath, rose slowly, and without look
ing at Hugh, followed his wife out of
The Lariat. A moment later a brisk
fusillade ratified the windows and
Hugh chuckled as he watched the lit
tie car pillow through the sand, Pink
in shirt sleeves at the whool, Mrs.
Morgan, sitting in the middle Of the
rear seat, her small back as straight
and rigid as her tightly compressed
lips.
"But they can't do it to me" he said
aloud, as he went back to his inven-
tory. Neither she nor Jessie can
break me to the side saddle"
1t was several days before Hugh
heard from Jessie, and then OILY
through Johnny Parnell. That res
plendent cowman, waiting for the Salt
Lake train to arrive, lounged from the
barber shop to the Indian Massacre
and from the Indian Massacre to The
Lariat.
"That there Miss Page" he said
wanted should pick her up pair
Of spurs. guess she's planning to
beat Jess in an outfit"
Hugh felt his pulses quicken, but he
laid down a Smithsonian bulletin
slowly. "Hows that?" he asked.
well, we supply all the dudes with
spurs, if they want 'em. Miss Page
had our usual brand, but when she
saw Jessie gouging Maybe with those
blue enamel Mexicans of hers, she got
altogether new ideal Of horseman
ship, guess. Anyhow, she asked me
to stop by here and negotiate flossy
pair from YOU"
"That turquoise pair has no leath
ers," said Hugh
| 20 / can produce the feathers,
| drawled Johnny: "How much? -Four
bits?"
Hugh laughed. take them to hel
with my compliments"
Don't you do it! She's rolling II
money. She owns bank or some
thing back In Boston. Maybe it's the
dome of the State House. Jessie say
she's the self and husband-support
ling woman I've been looking for al
these terrible years"