Nogales international., 1931-07-08
Eleventh Installment

country because his gun-eye was ycnoW
When his father Killer Reeves, dleo ine
fathers feuds Reaching Montana he IS
forced to draw on Nate Wheeler, an irate
hester In the exchange OF SHOTS wheeler
drops dead, the Kid later learning that
Bob Garner who had also shot at the
same time. really killed Wheeler.
outfit as a rim rider. The Kid succors
NVheelers widow and is interrupted by
Pete Gorhan and some other nesters. he
shoots Corhani through both cars tor
coupling his name with Wheeler's widow.
Later he rcscues a girl. .Nellis. and her
dad from Corham, wounding Pete again.
The girl, in spite of her belief the Kid is
an imported Texas killer. warns him the
resters will kill him. The Kid warns Gar
ner the nesters are planning an attack on
the Poole outfit He meets Jess Markell.
Texan who is boss of the Poole wagon
crew and shoots hlm through both hands
NeIIie's dad rs shot from ambush and
suspects Babe against his wish. The latter
thinks another hester killed the old man.
Babe is wounded by hidden enemies. who
also shoot at Tiger Eye but miss. Inc ne
Kid pulls Babe back into the cabin ana
wounds one OF the attackers. !,
Nellie comes to the cabin secretly ana
rids Tiger Eye to escape with the wounoeo
Babe While they are riding OH Baoe
becomes deIirious and accuses the ND OF
CnedL
killing Nellie's brother Nellie, 21utra1gea
al being betrayed in her faith in the I'D
stashes him across the face and rides away.
After turning Babe over to the Poole out,
III Tiger Eye finds deserted cabin and
determines to w; wage st1aIsI independent war o"
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
His grub was getting low. He
wanted more money than he had in his
pocket. Wouldn't be working tor
wages now for awhile, and grub costs
money.
So he sat ore night in poker game
with three cowboys from over toward
the Rosebud and lucky prospector
lust in from the Black Hills. Walked
out at daylight with his pants bulg-
ing at the sides like a pocket gopher
packing grass to its burrow Honest
player, though Never caught him IN
any funny business. Plain lucky, that
kid with the one yellow eye.
He rode out of town at noon, Bar
ney taking careful, nippy steps to
balance the big and bulging pack on
his back Pecos, too, carried more
than his master that day Tobacco and
FIVE pounds of candy and a songbook
and two cartons of cartridges wrapped
in the kids slicker and tied behind
the cantle. The kids pockets sagged
with. six new mouth organs, keys I
and D. in BRIGHT red nasteboard boxes.
The kid was almost ready now to
show Nellie Murray he was neither
a killer nor cur to take a licking
and crawl off under the brush and
whimper over his hurts. He was just
about ready to start in tanning the
killers. Right soon, now, the name Of
Tiger Eye would send mems glances
back over their shoulders and make
a prickle go up into the roots Of their
hair. The range tiger was going on
the prowl.
Ii was hot down in that willow
growth through which the kid was
riding. They came out finally against
a barbed-wire fence, built straight
across through the thiclet. Good stout
posts that looked solid as the teeth
in the kids mouth. Four wires strung
so tight they hurnmed like tuning
fork when the kid leaned over and
gave one jerk. No fooling with that
fence. Cattle proof and storm proof,
like the fences the railroads built
along their right-of-way.
Plumb strange to find fence like
that over in this part Of the country.
This wasn't Poole land, and he never
heard of any nesters over in this direc-
ton. No trails coming up this way,
no nothing Shoah was mysterious.
They followed the fence for half an
hour of steady plodding along the mar
row lane cut by the fence builders.
They came slap up against a sandstone
ledge where the last post stood in a
hole drilled into solid rock and was set
there with cement. And that was
plumb strange too. Nothing to do
about it, though. Couldn't even ride
back along the edge of the willows
because it was just mess Of broken
rock and rubble from the steep slope
that evidently stood above the ledge.
Once more the kid turned PecoS
short around, and rode back along the
fence. He crossed creek bed covered
with hot sun-bleached cobblestones
with stagnant pools in the hollows,
There the fence became brush and
wire barrier higher than the kids
head. No animal bigger than rabbit
could wriggle through there. He rode
another half mile or two before he
came to the edge of the fence and
found it anchored to the other arm OF
the sandstone ledge.
An hour or more later Pecos
stopped on the crest of long ridge
and stood with braced legs, completely
winded after the steep climb, though
the kid had been considerate enough tc
come up on his own feet.
He had plenty of time to rest and
doze while the wind pleasantly dried
his sweaty hide, for the kid sat dowr
with his knees hunched up to brace
his elbows, and through the glasses
very carefully examined this strange
congtomeration of hills and hollow<
and wild crooked canyons.
The kid moved his glasses a little
and saw horseman just riding ou
of sight behind cholecherry thicket
He seemed to be coming down the
canyon.
The kid rode slowly along the can