Nogales international., 1931-06-13
Fourth Installment

y;qer Eye, because one eye was yellow
t',e ey. with which he sighted down gun.
barrel! His father w3S KILLER Reeves Out
~. hoy did not want to kill. IT he stayed
home h. would have to carry on hs fathers
feuds SO he headed his horse, Pecos, nortn-
w,rd and encountered Nate Wheeler, VINO
t,r~w his As and f:ed just as Tiger Eye
d d. The Kid didut want to Kill Nate on'y
to- cripple him. but his aim must nave Deen
Wild. for Wheeler dropped from his horse.
Rahe GARNER came riding up. Wheeler was
a 'nester," he said. aud had IT coming -
HIM Tiger Eve rode to Wheeler's cabin to
notify the dead mans widow
1'1~ KID breaks the news OF Mates dcath
to his widow ard then goes out and brings
in I,is body, discovering he had not missed
he shot 10 disable Wheeler but had broken his
arm. while another shot had killed the man
A gang Of strangers rides upe One OF them
irsnlts Mrs. Wheeler by coupling her name
With sae stranger. The Kid shoots hole II,
zach Of the ears, of Pete Gorhain, who huTied
thr insult. making his escape in the con-
fusion. -,
learning that the "nesters" plan 70 dra"
the poole riders into A trap, the kId IN
forms Garner, telling him at the same tuhe
he had learned it was the latter's shot tnat
killed Wheeler and not his own. .'arner -
grateful ard gets the boy job riding range
for he POOLE outfit The Kid sees lone
,-;der attack man and girl driving IN
wagon and wounds the assaarE. and then
finds out he IS Wheeler.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
Old man, ali right. Her old pappy,
shot without chance i'll the. world
- helD himself. Didn't even have
run on him. Old farmer, by the look
of him. Ba;d-hcaded and little and old.
The kid investigated his head m
;,,rv D;dn't seem to be any crack in
the skull, but still you Couldn't tell,
with an old man like him.
The kid got up and looked in the
wagon. A sack of -four was there,
and a box OF groceries. all Junbied
together, and a demijohn lying on its
side. The kid hoped it held whisky
ard reached a long arm for it. Shoah
euougfl-o!d pappy liked his eye opener
when he got up in the morning, and
was taking home a jugful. The kid
gave him an eye opener now. holding
the old mans head up and fitting the
iue to the ashy lips pinched iii to-
eethers in the lcng beard. Then he
poured little in his palm and rubbed
it on the blue lump i'll the tinn gray
hair, and after that he trickled pun
gent little stream on the bullet wound,
front and back. The mans faded blue
ewes opened and he stared vaguely up
in+o the kids face.
/ Reckon yo'aii feeiin' some bettah.
suh,' the kid said shyly. Right srlaht
crack on the haid, but the whiskyll
ken down the swellin'" And when
the old eyes still questioned, the kid
offered further encouragement. Bull
let dug itsef trail in yo'alls side,
but it amt deep, no how"
The old man opened his mouth and
moved his jaw uncertainty, trying to
speak. His eyes never left the kids
face.
where's Nellie?" The old man was
still dazed, but at least he could speak
once more. The kid gave sigh OF
relief.
f, "Why, sub, She" he turned and
looked back toward the hill shes
comm. She'll be heah directly, suh.'
The drink revived the old man
little, but he seemed to have only a
vague idea of what had taken place.
"Team run away" he n,umbled.
"Throwed me out. Where's Nellie! /!
She was in the wagon when the team
run away"
She came, her long yellow hair
pulled forward over her left shoulder.
Her face was pale and her mouth
drooped at the corners, and her eyes
were CLASSY with terror, but the kid
thought she was beautiful and he
busted dark red as he tipped his hat
to her.
"You kurt, Pa?" The girl sank on
her knees beside the old man. Pete
shot you, didn't he p
Pete? Pete who? The horses run
away Guess they throwed me out.
Where was we goin', Nellie? Wasn't
we goin' some place.
'Wc were going home, Pa" She
was llneeling there, looking at the blue
lump on her fathers head, and from
there her staring eyes turned to the
bullet wound in his side, which the KID
Rad left uncovered ready for further
abiutions of raw whisky. Don't yor
remember when Pete Gorham took III
after us, after Nate Wheelers funeral,
and you remembered you never got
your gun back from the bartender be-
fore you left town."
pete Gorham! Who's he? don't
; remember any"
The kids hand left its slow stroking
Of the horses sweaty jaw. He walked
over and stood beside the kneellng
girl, bashful but determined.
"Scuse me" he said difidently gun
hand to his hat bri,n when she looked
up. did yo'all say Nate Wheelahs S
funeral taken place yeste'day?'
why, of course it was" she
checked herself abruptly, one swift
troubled glance going to her father on
the ground. "You must be a stranger
in the valley if you don't know" She
cast swift. suddenly enlightened
glance upward. care you one of them
Poole rim riders?"
81 happened to be up theah wher
Pete Gorha!n shot yoh pap he said
with slow meaning. Il taken it upor
myself to stop Pete befoah he coulc
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