The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-18
A Daily Story
 Real Life

prorress ten years. Somehow or other. Tim and Bud Garrett never got around to shooting It out. UT was it deeply buried sentiment. a remembrance of old times when there had been a united front against the Indians and the ele- ments. that stayed their hands when they were ready to shoot!
 As Tim put his smoking guns away and swaggered toward his horse at Maple and Main streets. Bud Garrett came riding leisurely towar dhim. The law was in ms eyes. He meant to get Tim ana teach him another lesson. He wasn't going to let an old fool make a dunce out of him before the whole town, not after that toward him. The law was m ms ten years.
 "stay where you are!" he shout ed at Tim.
 Tim began to walk away, swift ly, making for his horse. As long as he kept the sheriff in back or him, Tim knew he was safe. But if the sheriff spurred his horse So that he passed him, Whirled around and drew his gun, there would be no mercy. Tim Knew that.
 storekeepers got up courage to come out and watch the race be- tween Tim on foot and the sherih on horseback.
 "Stop. Tim; I'll shoot sure as daylight!" Buds voice rang sharp ly through the summer haze.
 But Tim kept on running. NO pioneer would shoot man in the back. -
 1t was cowardly to flee, that he knew, and he know also that the storekeepers must be enjoying ms plight, but foremost was the de- sire, the instinct, for life, so ne kept on running. In a long leap he was astride his horse. lie heard the crack of a gun! Bud Garrett had fired into the air as a warning. He was giving chase. Tim put spurs to his horse and headed for his ranch.
 On they went, Tim riding his horse easily because of his light weight, the Sheriff following on a horse that was tiring from his heavy weight. How Tim longed to turn around just once and taunt Bud, But to turn would be to 1n- vite bullet. He kept a wide, lean back between him and death.
 "Git along, Molly, git along" he urged his horse, batting her smooth neck. N.
 enjoying the race. The sound or another horse following at top speed was an incentive and she stretched out her neck for dis- tance. ;, Tim said softly, feeling the animal culver.
 They were in sikht of the house. Tim could see his wife on the porch, waving her apron to him. knew that the situation was clear to her experienced eyes; his horse flying toward safety, Sheriff Bud Garrett flying after him.
 "Git in the house." he shouted, afraid that when he reached the porch Bud might take shot as he entered the house. Suddenly he knew, from the sound of the hoof beats on the road, that Bud was gaining on him. There wouldn't be time to make it through the wide gate leading to the barn.
 dump the fence!" his wife shouted, holding open the door of the house for him to run through for safety.
 Tim spurred the horse toward the low fence directly in front of the porch, grinning to himself, as he did so, at his wife's shrewdness.
 He lifted himself in expectation for the rise as the fence came under his eyes then, was almost jolted out of the saddle as tho horse shied and whirled around in a complete about face. A rabbit springing from the fence had frightened her from the jump.
 The sound of pistol shot jared the, peaceful countryside. Tim Sell face forward, shot through him face to face with Bud Gar- rett and '"The Law" had spoken.
 THE END.