Nogales international., 1931-06-24

A %. M:
Seventh Installment
Bcb Reeves, the Kid, was nicknamet
Tiger Eye by his friends down in the Brazo'
country because his 'gun-eye was yellow
When his father, Killer Reeves died th'
Kid left Texas to avoid continuing nj
fathers feuds. Reaching, ;, Montana ne
forced to draw on Nate Wheeler. an trats
ncster. In the exchange of shots Wheeler
drops dead, the Kid later learning tina
Bob Garner who had also shot at tht
same time, really killed Wheeler.
Garner gets the Kid to join the Pool'
outfit as a rim rider. The Kid succors
Whceier's widow and is interrupted o,
Pete Gorllam and some other nesters. ht
shoots Gorham through both ears toi
coupling his name with Wheeler's widow
.ater he rescues girl Nellie, and hei
dad from Gorham, wounding Pete again
The girl in spite of her belief. the Kid is
an imported Texas killer. warns him the
nesters will kill him. The Kid warns Gar
ner the nesters are planning an attack on
Texan who is boss of the Poole wagon
That night the Kid shoots Marke
through both hands when the latter at
tempts to kill him for being the son o
Killer Reeves. The rest OF the gang ap
proves of the KIDS action. While meas
Nellies home he hears the crack OF rihe
and finds her dad has been shot from am
bush and helps carry the dead man into his
mouse.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
The kids face was bleak and old
when he turned from the bed and Mel
lies mother kneeling becide it, her
arms thrown out and clutcf11ng her
dead with the tensity OF despair. Mel
lie was holding herself calm in spite
of her horror. The kid saw her In the
kitchen, dipping water into the wash
basin on the bench beside the back
door. But as he went out to wash her
fathers life blood from his hands, ne
remembered her words and halted,
looking at her strangely. :
"What call have yoh got to think |
done it?r he demanded. He was shot
in the back, from solnewheah TIP avn
the hill. I was avn the road coming
along by the old stack. Yo'all can go
look at the hawse tracks and see toh
yose'f"
81 don't have to. | know what made
me say that Mr.-I know you didn't
DO it."
Reeves" said the kid, flushing a
little. "Bob Reeves is my name,
Miss"
Murray" said the girl, and put up
hand to smooth her hair. "What
shall we do?" She bit her lips, fight
ing back tears, and the color crept into
her cheeks as she met the kids grave
look
sI'li stay, heah, Miss Murray, white
yo'all go foh help. I'd go myself, but
I couldn't do no good. Some nestaf1
would try and shoot me foh Poole
ridah, reckon. If theah's a hawse
yo'all can ride"
'I could ride Prince, but he's up IN
the pasture, and he's awful mean tc
catch"
Il reckon I can get i'm. My hawse
is plumb foolish ovah any rldah Du'
me or I'd let yo'all take him..
mo, you'll have to be ready to &c
before any one gets here. Prince is the
sorrel with one white eye. Oh, hurry J!
He rode into the pasture and ropeo
the sorrel with the white eye, tound
sidesaddle and put it on with metlcu-
1ous care.
The girl looked at him, toward the
cabin where her mother was weeping
in great, heavy, heartbreaking sobs::
.Tm-we're much obliged, Mr.
Reeves. You-you always come wher
I-when we need help. Promise yoi.
won't stay till they come back witf
me-"
"I promise to go-but l KANT prom
ise I won't come back.
He watched her ride off at a gailop
her gingham shirt whipping out beside
the sorrels fanks, her yellow braie
swinging in the freeze.
His glance fell then to the trample.t
dirt under his feet, and the bleak iooi
returned to his face. He turned ane
scanned the ridge. It's side was mostly
brushy and with stunted tree grow
ing here and there, but at the top ther'
was rough outcropping OF brown
sandstone with rock slabs tilted thi
way and that. -,
The kid was sure the killer hat
waited behind those rocks; just a
sure as if he had seen him there. Blu
he didn't go up right then to prove 1t
He went into the house instead ant
stood with his hat in his hand, look
ing down at the dead man and at tn
woman huddled on the floor beside tn
bed.
The kid stood looking down at he
for minute.
He took the two tin water bucket
and followed a path from the bacl
door to spring, and brought bacl
fresh water. She looked at him then
looked at him long before she took tn
glass and drank. ;.
you're a good boy" she sale
"Where's Nellie?' She stared aroun
her.
The kid told her. She did not seer
to listen, but returned to her weeping
The kid wished she wouldn't cry lik
that: she sounded SO much like hi
mother when Pap lay on the bed unde
sheet. Killers oughta be made to S
and listen to the widows of the me
they shoot in the back.
The kid turned on the doorstep an
| leaned his head in at the doorway.