The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1930-10-17
The Fighting Tend erfoot

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sand summer suns and winter winds.
Deep blue eyes looked straight at the
man to whom he was being introduced.
He had fought his way up from the
ranks, asking no mans favor, rising
by sheer force of will and brain to the
position he held of cattle king Of the
San Marcos. Looking at him, O'Hara
could understand why. He was a
mans man, with a frank and friendly
manner. Probably generous and kindly
to those who supported him.
"Glad to have you with us, Mr..
O'Hara," he said heartily, and swung
from the saddle to shake hands with
the lawyer. my daughter says you
think of stayin' here. Hope you de-
eide to do so. We can use some good
citizens"
That's not what l told him." Bar
bara said, smiling at the young man.
"Fact, just the same. Time this
country was gettin' civilized. Mr..
O'Hara, femme make you acquainted
with my friends. Shake hands with
Jack Phillips an Texas jim"
While O'Hara's hand passed from
one strong grip to another he became
aware that another group Of horsemen
was approaching. They rode three
abreast. in two rows. Ingram was in
front, Harvey on his left, and Bob
Quantrell on the right and nearest the
other group.
AS they passed, Quantrell laughed,
insolently, gaily. ''They're sayin'
good-by to each other" he murmured,
just loud enough to be heard. "Well,
you never can tell"
Lyulph Harcourt Smith eresford
came down the street. He joined the
Steelman party. Already he had met
the big cattle man and his daughter.
With lift of the hand toward the
lawyer, Barbara said: "Make you ac-
quainted with Mr.. O'Hara, Mr.. Smith
Beresfords'
The two men shook hands.
Steelman spoke: "We've got to be
gettin' along home. Then we'll expect
you out tomorrow mornin', Mr.. Smith
Beresford. Better bring Mr.. O'Hara
with you. Well show you some good
huntin' and fishin'."
afraid I'd be some trouble, Mr..
Steelman," O'Hara said, much desiring
to accept the invitation.
Not any in the world" the cattle
man answered carelessly. 1--WE don't
ask you if we don't want you, Mr..
O'Hara."
"Then I'll certainlyecome"
After the Steelman party had ridden
away the Englishman dismounted and
tied his horse to hitch rack.
II say, Mr.. O'Hara. feel like a B.
and So"
O'Hara did not, but he walked into
the nearest saloon with the other ten
derfoot. They sat down at small
table and the Fastener took small
glass Of beer.
They chatted for few minutes.
At first they were alone except for the
bartender, but presently three or four
men came in. One of them was young
Bob Quantrell, another Shep San
derson.
The Ingram men were standing at
the bar, ready to drink. Sanderson
became aware that there were two
other men in the saloon. Scarcely
looking in their direction, he waved
them forward.
son me. Everybody drink" There
was arrogance in the invitation, which
was almost a command.
The two men at the table did not
move.
Sanderson swung his head. "Hear
me? Come an drink"
Then he recognized first O'Hara,
and afterward the Englishman. His
hand slid slowly toward the butt of
his "A and he moved a step or two
toward the sitting men.
$50 it's you, eh?" His shallow cruel
eyes rested on O'Hara. They mar
rowed, taking on a curious glitter.
swell, you amt teachers pet any
longer, young fellow, see, an you're
my meat. Me talkin'-Shep Sander
son. Understand"
Smith-Beresford did not, at least.