The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1931-05-29

one OF his roles. He would talk as
they talked. Be one Of them.
"Aimin' to make quite a stay in
OsageY
Tim to live there"
"Go onl I've notion to swear you
In as deputy marshal right now, darned
If I amt. Citizens like you is what
we need, and no mistake. Lawy'in'Y'
'I'm planning to take up my law
practice In Usage, yes" Yancey an
swered, ''and start newspaper as
well"
The three looked little perturbed
at this. They glanced at each other,
then at Yancey, then away, uncom-
fortably. "Oh, newspaper, huh p
There was little enthusiasm in the
marshals voice. "Well, we did have
a newspaper there for little while in
Usage, bout week."
"A daily?"
"A weekly"
There was something sinister In
this. "What became of it,"
"Well, seems the editor-name Of
Pegler-died."
"Who killed him?"
A little shadow Of panied surprise
passed over the features Of the mar
shall. HE was just found dead one
morning on the banks Of the Canadian.
Bullet wounds. But bullets is all
pretty much alike, out here. He might
a. killed himself, plumb discouraged"
The silence fell again. Yancey
broke it. 1.-THE first edition Of the
Oklahoma Wigwam will be off the
press two weeks from tomorrow"
He gathered up the reins as though
to end this chance meeting, however
agreeable. well, gentlemen, good
evening. Glad to have met you"
The three did not bulge. what we
stopped to ask you," said the spokes-
man, in his gentle drawl, was, did
you happen to glimpse four men any
where on the road? They're nesting
somewhere in here, the Kid and his
gang. Stole four horses, robbed the
bank at Red Fork, shot the cashier.
and lit out for the prairie. Light
complicated, all Of 'em. The Kid is a
slim young fella, light hair, red hand
kerchief, soft spoken, and rides with
gloves on. But then you know what
he's like, Cravat, wells I do"
Yancey nodded in agreement.
'Everybody's heard of the Kid. No,
sir, 1 haven't seen him. Haven't seen
anybody the last three days but Kaw
on pony and bunch Of dirty Chey-
ennes in a wagon. Funny thing, /
never yet knew bad man who wasn't
light complected-or, anyway, blue or
gray eyes,"
"Oh, say, now" protested the mar
shall. stroking his sandy mustache.
"Fact. You take the Kid, and the
James boys, and Tom O'Phalliard,
and the whole Mullins gang"
"How about yourself? You're pretty
good with the gun, from all accounts.
And black as crow"
Yancey lifted his great head and the
heavy lids that usually dropped over
the gray eyes and looked at the mar
shall. 'sThat's So" said the other, as
though in agreement at the end of an
argument. II reckon 1t goes fur kill
ers and fur killers Of killers.
Well, boys. wen be lopin'. Good luck
to you"
"Good luck to your, responded Yam
cey. politely.
The three whirled their steeds spec
tacularly, raised their right hands in
salute; the horses pivoted on their
hind legs prettily; CHM crowed with
delight. They were off in cloud of
red rust made redder by the last rays
of the setting sun.
Yancey gathered'up his reins. Sabra
stared at him In bewildered indigna-
ton. .'But the person who shields a
| criminal is Just as bad as the criminal
himself, isn't he?"
Yancey looked back at her around
the side of his wagon top. His smile
was mischievous, sparkling, irresist-
ible. Don't be righteous, Sabra. It's
middle class-and terrible trait in
a woman"
Late next day. just before sunset,
after pushing on relentlessly through
the blistering sun Of midday. Yancey
pointed with his wagon whip to some
thing that looked like a wallow of
mud dotted with crazy shanties and
tents. Electrically he picked CHM up
in his arms so that the child, too,
| might see. But he spoke to Sabra.
"There it is" he said. 'That's our
future home"