Carbon County news., 1937-10-08

faded blue work clothes were like
those Of the COW hands, but he wore
fiat-heeled shoes. instead Of halt
boots, and instead Of the broad Stet-
son Of the cowboys, the mountain
man wore sIantwise on his bald
head a battered hat Of a narrow
brinmed, indiscrininate character.
Don't you find riding a mule kind
Of sloW?" Marian ventured.
Coffee exchanged a brief glance
with Horse Dunn. "Oh, sure" he
said; but what's time to mule?"
"A mlIe makes mighty good time
in the hills, with a good mountain
man on him." Horse explained to
his niece. ''See?"
Marian glanced at her big old un-
Gle but didn't answer. To the best
Of Wheeler's knowledge she hadn't
spoken to Horse Dunn that morn
ing. Something had come between
Horse Dunn and his niece, just since
the day before Horse had a baff1ed,
apologize look whenever he looked
at her. It was wonderful how gen.
tied and saddle broke the tough Old
Man seemed in the case Of any
thing this slim, pale girl was mixed
into. .~......
Old Man Coffee, Horse Dunn, and
Billy Wheeler set in Horse Dunn's
room and talked it over.
''Well," Old Man Coffee came to
the point, 'who shot who this
timer"
z Briefly, Horse Dunn explained to
Old Man Coffee the curious circun-
stance by which they knew, or sup
posed they did, that a man was
dead by violence-while still they
did not know who he was. He de-
scribed in some detail the ground
marks which the cattle had now
erased.
Coffee nodded. Billy Wheeler
noted that Coffee, the man of dim
trails which only dogs could find,
did not question Horse Dunn's in
depreciation Of the sign.
"And since when," Coffee in
quired, do you get so stirred up
over q possible cow-thief shot?"
TT isn't that" Dunn told him.
Horse Dunn now tried to explain
to Old Man Coffee why Link Bend
er's coyote ring could be counted on
to make the most out of a mystery
killing as weapon against the "a;
but Coffee interrupted him.
II take it, all you want me to
fnd out, I" said Old Man Coffee, sis
what happened to- who, what for,
and who done it. That cover it?"
!. 'And where is the killer now,"
Dunn added. ..
Old Man Coffee locked bony fin
gers behind his bald head, and sat
staring out the window. ''Who's been
over the ground?" he suddenly de-
manded. -. IT, =:
y. walt Amos. the sheriff. Link
Bender. His boy, they call the Kid.
My cowboys here-though ! didn't
let them trample the sign. An In
dian deer hunter by the name OF
Cayuse Cayetano." -.
Coffee pricked UP his ears at the
last name. "Cayetano." he repeat
ed. ''How long has this Cayetano
been over here?''
about two years, going on three.
Had relatives among the Pintwater
Piutes; they took him in."
He used to be over in the Frying
Pan Country" Old Man Coffee said.
'tWhat sweet character he is!
Got run out Of the Frying Pan by
common consent. That was about
a year after he beat up the Chinese
girl. He"
"Can he track?"
>''He couldn't track a barrel of
tar through Coffee stopped. He
looked angry and disgruntled. NO."
he corrected himself, that amt so.
He's good tracker. He's bet
ter than that he's a great, track
er. Maybe the best I've ever seen"
Hes pretty good, Is her" asked
Dunn. @'<~zz +. ..:..".. ,.. .
to- II think he can smell a cold
trail like a hound, !" Coffee said
grouchily, ''and make fool Of the
hound. Or maybe he just guesses.
But / can tell you this-Cayuse
Cayetano will 60 through this case
a-whistling.''
whats the answer then?"
"oh, I suppose I'll have to 60 out